Chapter 122 Successes, Friend

• POV: Amaia.
• As I walk away, I feel his gaze on my back. And as I do, little by little, I regain my breath and my sanity. Being close to Adam, dancing for him, feeling him between my legs as if we were lovers, made me believe for a moment that nothing else mattered. That everything around me fades into the mist of his eyes, his breath close to mine, the parallel reality in which he makes me believe that I exist.
• But leaving his nebula makes me understand that they are just moments, that the world continues to move even though I believed it stopped. However, I like to think that it could become lasting, that hope is still alive and that it is not too late to remember what happiness is. Because, truly, I miss the feeling.