Alexander/Anton
When it came to Fiorentina, I meant well. Upon hearing the thud from backstage, I immediately ran. Somehow I knew it must be her. It defied logic because how could it be her when she was the picture of grace?
She would die if she fell asleep. I rushed to her seemingly unconscious body and started slapping her face as gently as I could, but also as urgently. I would have to apologize later if I hurt her. Her eyes were wide open but she looked like she was elsewhere.
I felt so much relief that she woke up. I no longer cared that the theater directress could tell how I felt about Fiorentina and what we had become to each other. I would marry her. I was serious when I said that, but I didn’t know how to get out of our seemingly impossible situation.
It was excruciating n
