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"I think we've both been counting sunsets wrong," Mateo continued, his eyes reflecting the fading light. "We should count the moments in between, the ones that make life worth living."
Sofía's heart skipped a beat. No one had ever said anything like that to her before. It was a simple sentence, but it held a weight, a sincerity that made her feel seen.
Since then, they would often exchange pleasantries. He'd borrow sugar; she'd lend books. Their interactions were brief but pleasant. Yet, Sofía couldn't help but feel there was more to Mateo than what met the eye. A depth she longed to explore. Contando atardeceres - La Vecina Rubia.epub
The sky was painted in hues of orange, pink, and purple as another day succumbed to the allure of night. Sofía stood at her window, a habitual spot to count the sunsets she had witnessed over the years. It had become a peculiar hobby of hers, one that brought her a strange sense of comfort and peace. She had lost count years ago, but it wasn't about the number; it was about the moment.
Mateo chuckled. "The view is much better with you in it." "I think we've both been counting sunsets wrong,"
"Counting sunsets, Sofía?" he asked, his voice low and smooth.
She smiled, caught off guard. "Just enjoying the view." It was a simple sentence, but it held
Sofía had always been a bit of a recluse. Books were her friends, and her imagination was her playground. Mateo, on the other hand, seemed to have the world at his feet. He was charming, outgoing, and had a laughter that could melt hearts. Or so it seemed.
"I think we've both been counting sunsets wrong," Mateo continued, his eyes reflecting the fading light. "We should count the moments in between, the ones that make life worth living."
Sofía's heart skipped a beat. No one had ever said anything like that to her before. It was a simple sentence, but it held a weight, a sincerity that made her feel seen.
Since then, they would often exchange pleasantries. He'd borrow sugar; she'd lend books. Their interactions were brief but pleasant. Yet, Sofía couldn't help but feel there was more to Mateo than what met the eye. A depth she longed to explore.
The sky was painted in hues of orange, pink, and purple as another day succumbed to the allure of night. Sofía stood at her window, a habitual spot to count the sunsets she had witnessed over the years. It had become a peculiar hobby of hers, one that brought her a strange sense of comfort and peace. She had lost count years ago, but it wasn't about the number; it was about the moment.
Mateo chuckled. "The view is much better with you in it."
"Counting sunsets, Sofía?" he asked, his voice low and smooth.
She smiled, caught off guard. "Just enjoying the view."
Sofía had always been a bit of a recluse. Books were her friends, and her imagination was her playground. Mateo, on the other hand, seemed to have the world at his feet. He was charming, outgoing, and had a laughter that could melt hearts. Or so it seemed.
