It wasn't a ghost. It was Elena. Her hair was shorter now, touched with silver at the temples, but her eyes were the same deep amber of the local honey. She didn't say hello. She just looked at the carafe of white wine on the table and then at the sea.
"The song is right, you know," she said, her voice like velvet. "We spend our whole lives looking for paradise, but we don't realize we're standing in it until the moment has passed." veselin_marinov_edin_mig_ot_raya_veselin_marino...
Suddenly, the chair across from him scraped against the stone floor. Stefan looked up, his heart doing a strange, frantic somersault. It wasn't a ghost