Lana pov
It was the most surreal night of my life.
John was alive. I saw him, I hugged him, I talked with him. He even knew Massimo and Anastasia... how did he knew them? How did he survive? What have he been doing during all these years?
I had so many question, but all insisted that we should celebrate my birthday dinner and than I cold speak with John the upcoming days, when I would be much more calm.
I would speak to John! I can not believed it yet. Oh how I’ve missed the conversations with him, his spontaneity, his humor, his support.
He stayed during dinner, holding my hand tight, as if I would let go we would lose each other again. I heard his voice, his laugh.... I felt like I was living in a beautiful dream I never wanted to wake up from.
John was alive, I was celebrating
