Sophia’s POV
Alexander’s face softens, his eyes glistening with unspoken emotions. In that moment, I see recognition and a depth of feeling mirrored in his gaze. The dance floor fades away, and it’s just the two of us, enveloped in a bubble of shared memories and unspoken words.
With my voice barely above a whisper, I find the courage to ask the question that lingers on my lips, desperate for confirmation. “Alexander, is it really you?”
He hesitates for a moment, as if weighing his response, before nodding slowly. The corners of his mouth curl up into a gentle smile that I’ve longed to see again.
“It’s me,” he says, his voice carrying the same warmth and familiarity that has etched itself deep within my heart.
A rush of emotions floods through me, overwhelming and yet comforting. Tear
