“You’re doing it again,” Elena whispered, pulling him aside into the quiet of an arched stone walkway. “Doing what?” Andrei replied, though his jaw was tight.
The air in the small Transylvanian village was thick with the scent of blooming lindens and the distant, rhythmic thrum of a contrabass. It was the night of the summer festival, and voice drifted from the town square, singing the bittersweet lines of his latest hit, "Gelozia face parte din iubire." “You’re doing it again,” Elena whispered, pulling him
As the music transitioned into a more upbeat rhythm from the , Andrei felt the tension break. He realized that his fear was a distorted tribute to her importance in his life. He didn’t need to guard her; he just needed to cherish her. It was the night of the summer festival,
Among the crowd stood Andrei and Elena. They had been inseparable since childhood, but tonight, a shadow loomed between them. Andrei had spent the evening watching Elena dance, his heart tightening every time a stranger caught her eye or offered a hand. Among the crowd stood Andrei and Elena
Andrei looked at the ground, then back at the stage where Ghita was pouring his soul into the lyrics: Jealousy is part of love.
He pulled her back toward the light of the square. “Then let’s dance,” he said. “I want everyone to see that I’m the one you chose.”
“I can’t help it,” Andrei admitted, his voice barely audible over the accordion. “It’s because I know how lucky I am. The fear of losing you feels just as strong as the joy of having you.”