Farah's PoV

Sniffling, I look at the photo in my hand. In the picture I see Diara smiling, pointing to the mountain peak with one hand and tucking one of her black loose strands behind her ear with the other.  

It's been 20 years. For 20 years I convinced myself that her decision was probably the best thing for her and that she would live happily ever after with her future husband or wife. They would raise their children together and love each other every day.

The idea alone has made me cry to sleep every night since she left Alfea.  

So many times I wished that she would lie next to me and that we would cuddle up together and chat about God and the world until we would fall asleep.  or we would be fooling around only to kiss each other wildly and passionately the next moment, which would probably have degenerated into making love. Because when I'm around her, it's hard for me to keep my strong feelings for her in check. 

I immediately feel the heat rising inside me as I think back to the night we gave ourselves to each other. 

With my heart pounding, I run my thumb over the photo and start to swallow hard.  

I'm such a fool if I let her go again today without knowing how she feels about me. 

I quickly wipe the remaining tears aside and get up from my chair to make my way to her rooms. 

Hopefully she's still there. 

just as I open my office door, two emerald green eyes look at me. 

"Diara," I whisper as if I couldn't believe that she was actually standing in front of me. 

I feel countless butterflies fluttering in my stomach. However, her tear-stained face does not go unnoticed by me. 

A stab pierces my chest. 

Her pain is clearly felt. 

What is she thinking about? That she's not feeling well and wants to leave Alfea for good? 

Want to leave me?

"Can we talk?" her tender words penetrate my brain. 

"Sure," I reply hoarsely. I quickly clear my throat before saying: "Come in!" , add. 

Her eyes devour me. 

I only break away from them with difficulty and make room for Diara to enter my office. 

She hesitantly complies with my request and I lock the door so that no uninvited guest can barge into our conversation. 

As my lover stands in front of me, I feel an electric aura between us. 

She seems to be searching for the right words, her gaze wanders around restlessly. 

"What do you want to tell me?" I ask carefully, my heart beating so fast that I'm almost afraid it would jump out at any moment.  

,, I..."farah.. I.." she constantly stutters to herself and bites her lower lip. 

,,Yes?" 

Your gaze fixes mine. In them I see what I feel for them after all these years. 

It can be? 

"I love you Farah!" she breathes.