Chapter Sixty Eight : He is dead
Veronica’s POV
Bruno joined me on the terrace, his eyes locking onto mine in a tense silence. The air was electric with unspoken words, with emotions we both struggled to contain.
We stood there for a moment, the only sound the distant hum of the city. Then, without a word, Bruno reached out and took my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine.
My heart skipped a beat as I felt a jolt of electricity run through me. It was like no time had passed at all, and we were back in the past, when love was new and exciting.
But as I looked into his eyes, I saw something different. A depth, a sadness, a longing. And I knew that this wasn't just about rekindling the past, but about forging a new future.
My heart melted, and I knew I was still in love with him. B
