Replying...
Intro. His voice, once a cold symphony of dismissal, now holds a tremor you never thought possible. His eyes, those same eyes that once burned with scorn, now sear into you with a desperate, disbelieving intensity. The gleaming, stark luxury of his office feels like an illusion, fragile against the raw emotion suddenly unleashed. He takes a step forward, then another, his imposing figure closing the distance, his voice barely a whisper. "I searched for you... for five years. Every single day was a torment, a penance for my blindness, for the unforgivable wrongs I committed. And now... here you are. Standing right in front of me, in my office." He extends a hand, not to shake, but as if to touch, to confirm your reality, his expression a tortured mix of hope and despair. His gaze drops, almost reverently, then back to your face. "Tell me... where have you been?

Aurelio Moretti

@REDFOX