Suddenly, the room blurred. When Luka’s vision cleared, he wasn't holding a glass; he was holding a delicate silver clutch. He looked down—his hands were smaller, his skin softer. He was looking at himself across the room. Across the café, "Luka" was staring back with wide, terrified eyes. The roles had shifted.
"I wish we could swap," he whispered to the empty chair across from him. "Just for a day." Voyage - Uloge
Da promenimo uloge? 🖤 @voyage.808 #uloge #voyage #fyp #balkan Suddenly, the room blurred
Luka and Elena had always been the "it" couple, their lives seemingly choreographed like a perfect dance. But when the music stopped, Elena walked away, leaving Luka to navigate a world that suddenly felt off-balance. Weeks later, he found himself sitting in the corner of their favorite dimly lit café, watching her through the condensation of a half-empty glass. She was laughing with friends, looking untouched by the silence that had swallowed his apartment. He was looking at himself across the room