Martina
"Can we go for a walk?" He asks when we are calmer.
I observe the dresses that are ready and look out the window, thinking, why not take a walk in Paris?
I nod and get up from his lap. He goes for my coat and helps me put it on. I put on a wool hat, barely noticing that his clothes finally have color, making everything feel real.
As we go down to leave the hotel, he takes my hand, his grip tight and warm as if afraid of losing me again.
We walk to a nearby place that seems like a park, covered in snow. I walk with some difficulty, but I'm delighted, smiling as I tread on the snow. Vincent is by my side, his hand holding me, so I don't fall.
Suddenly, I fall back into the snow to make a snow angel, moving my legs and arms. Vincent watches me from above with a lovely smile o
