Azalea

“Is this really you?” I whispered, still not believing what I was seeing. “Are you really Adriano?”

He laughed softly, but it made him wince from the pain in his chest. “Who else would I be?”

“But you’re so... different. You’re being nice to me. Gentle. The Adriano I knew before would never act like this.”

“The Adriano you knew before was an idiot,” he interrupted quietly. “A man so caught up in his pride and anger that he almost lost ...