He stepped closer, rain beginning to fall, darkening his linen shirt. “Then let me earn the right to stay.”
“One more chance,” she whispered. “But if you break it, Mateo, I will burn every memory of you from my soul.” julija ljubavni romani
She heard footsteps on the gravel. Slow. Deliberate. The same walk that once made her heart race with joy now made it ache with doubt. He stepped closer, rain beginning to fall, darkening
He cupped her face, tears mingling with rain. “Then I will spend forever making sure you never have to.” He stepped closer
And under the weeping sky, among the vines that had witnessed their beginning, Ana and Mateo kissed—not as strangers, not as ghosts, but as two wounded hearts choosing to heal together.
A Vow in the Vineyards