She was sitting quietly on the bench with her head bowed.
That whole evening was sad. The yellow and orange rays of the setting sun were also weeping.
Michael started painting on canvas. He was confined in a bandage on the right side of his face. He forgot everything and was just painting the scene with full attention.
The setting sun ... Those lights ... That bench ... Sad Sofia ... His Sofia ... Just his.
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"So you are the one who has driven the world crazy."
She looked back in shock. There was confusion in her green eyes. Astroot was walking towards her.
"I have only heard stories. A goddess who is so beautiful that people are willing to sacrifice themselves for her sake. She is so proud that even the wind is not allowed to move without her consent." H
