OLIVIA
While seated in the rear of the taxi, a flurry of apprehension and trepidation consumed my heart. Time seemed to stretch indefinitely, with each fleeting second laden with the burden of ambiguity, bearing down upon me. Tears streamed down my face, the salty drops mingling with my prayers to the Moon Goddess.
"Oh, Moon Goddess, please protect Ely!” I whispered through trembling lips. "I am begging you, please Ely be safe, may he be unharmed. The mere notion of losing him is unbearable!”
The taxi journey extended seemingly indefinitely, the urban landscape morphing into a kaleidoscope of lights and shades. My mind became engrossed in recollections of Ely, reminiscing the spectrum of our shared experiences, encompassing both passionate encounters and anguish-ridden episodes. Despite
