Adela's Point of View
In the depths of my soul, a tumultuous storm raged as he gently confessed, "Beloved Adela, my affection for you remains steadfast." The words he spoke bore no trace of fear; they resonated with a certain vulnerability, rendering my legs momentarily weak.
Like an old, worn vinyl record on a player, my mind seemed caught in a loop, replaying Primo's confession in an endless, haunting refrain. The weight of his words hung in the air, a melody of bittersweet notes echoing through the chambers of my thoughts.
Seeking solace in the recesses of my heart, I gathered my resolve and began to step away from Primo, a retreat born of conflicting emotions and the need to regain my footing on this uncertain path.
The door before me stood as a sentinel, firm and unyielding, its steely surface challenging any attempt to force it open. Fearing I might harm myself rather than gain entry, I abandoned the idea, allowing reason to prevail over impulse.
