"You know," he started, looking out at the sea that finally looked blue again. "They say some people are like seasons. They come and go." Elena turned, her eyes searching his. "And what am I?"
Marko managed a small, genuine smile—the first in years. he said. "I didn't realize I was sick until you started curing me." Trebas mi k'o lek
She reached out, taking his hand, and for the first time since the silence began, Marko took a full, deep breath. The medicine was working. "You know," he started, looking out at the
He realized then that he wasn't just "better." He was healing. The darkness hadn't disappeared, but she had become the antidote to its poison. He walked over to her, his voice raspy from disuse. " he started