Alex waited for Aurora to respond, hoping for a miracle, but nothing happened. A foolish smile lingered on his lips.
Rather than stopping to talk to her, he kept on babbling.
"You did it, Rory. You succeeded in torturing me," he said with a wry smile. "But you know what? I don't mind. The more you torture me, the better. I just..."
His voice caught in his throat, unable to finish his thought.
He threw his cigarette butt onto the concrete and stepped on it, his eyes filling with sadness as he looked at Aurora's name.
"God, please send Rory back to me..." His voice trembled.
He inhaled deeply before continuing, "I wish you would show up in my thoughts. Please come... If you don't visit me, I'm afraid I'll forget your face, and I really don't want that to happen."
The silence thickened like it was deafening; even the sound of the wind was gone, as if time had stopped.
