To the Warm Mediterranean Sea
Celia’s POV: “Who are you?” I asked when the car entering private parking space in luxurious building. Although I couldn’t see his face clearly, his facial feature, hairstyle, and voice telling me that he is the man I’ve been looking for. The one who came to my shop calling me Alice. “Get off, please,” he calmly asked. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me who you are,” I crossed my arms over my chest, sitting as far as possible from him. “I’m Alexander Mircea,” he responded, “Now, will you go with me?” he lured his hand from the opened door. I couldn’t move as if I was glued on the seat. How can be this a coincidence? This is not déjà vu. “But… I…” I stuttered. “No, but,” he firmly said. I shakily took his hand and felt the hand was dead cold. He let go off my hand af
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