Silent Storm

DARIO

Serafina is smiling. Really smiling.

Her hair is tucked behind one ear. Her hand gestures in midair as she talks, and then she laughs at something Rosa says. That sound...God, that sound. I used to hear it in my dreams. I used to ache for it in the silence of every damn night.

And now it’s real. It’s here. She’s here, happy. I realise I want to keep her like this. Not just with me. Like this