Chapter 90 Echoes Of Longing - Part Il

• For the following few days, my yearnings to see him again consumed my thoughts. I longed for just one more encounter, a chance for him to lay his eyes upon my…our son, to witness the striking resemblance between them. I yearned for him to see how our child inherited his every feature—his face, his smile, and those mesmerising blue eyes. But he never came. The hope I held onto faded, replaced by the harsh reality of his absence. Perhaps he had returned to his own family, the one he had chosen. Did he now have a son of his own, inheriting his father's prestigious title? I wonder how Anxo is doing. I still haven’t apologised for leaving without a goodbye. I wonder how Vesna has been. Could she manage the garden on her own, or had she found someone else to assist her? And Andjela, I prayed that she remained safe and healthy, free from any troubles that may have come her way.
• Lost in these swirling thoughts, I closed my small shop earlier than usual. It was only afternoon, yet somehow, I had managed to sell out all my flowers. As Ela, my helping hand in the shop, bid me goodbye and walked away, I offered a warm smile in return and wished her a good night. As I gathered my belongings and turned around, a startled yelp escaped my lips when I saw him standing at a distance. Time stood still as our eyes met, a moment filled with unspoken emotions. And when I didn't immediately turn to leave, he mustered the courage to approach me. Erdem’s gaze roved across my face, searching for traces of the past, imprinting the traces of the presence.
• “I missed you so much,” his voice barely a whisper, but its weight reverberated through my being. My emotions wavered, and in that instant, all I desired was to throw myself into his arms. Yet, the haunting reminder of Krsto's announcement echoed in my ears, the proclamation of Erdem and Sigrún’s impending parenthood. The numbness crept back in, threatening to extinguish the flickering flame of hope within me. I was on the verge of turning away when a tiny, determined voice resounded through the air.