"Counting sunsets, Sofía?" he asked, his voice low and smooth.
One evening, as she was about to go inside, Sofía saw Mateo walking towards her fence. He leaned against it, looking out at the now darkened sky.
As she gazed out, her eyes drifted to the house next door. That was where she lived. No, not lived, but where she spent most of her days. His name was Mateo, and he was her neighbor. A very peculiar neighbor. Not just because of his striking blonde hair, but because of the way he made her feel. Contando atardeceres - La Vecina Rubia.epub
Sofía's heart skipped a beat. No one had ever said anything like that to her before. It was a simple sentence, but it held a weight, a sincerity that made her feel seen.
The sky was painted in hues of orange, pink, and purple as another day succumbed to the allure of night. Sofía stood at her window, a habitual spot to count the sunsets she had witnessed over the years. It had become a peculiar hobby of hers, one that brought her a strange sense of comfort and peace. She had lost count years ago, but it wasn't about the number; it was about the moment. "Counting sunsets, Sofía
She smiled, caught off guard. "Just enjoying the view."
As they parted ways, Sofía felt a sense of hope. The sunsets would continue to paint the sky, but now, she had someone to share them with. And that was a count she was eager to start. As she gazed out, her eyes drifted to the house next door
"I think we've both been counting sunsets wrong," Mateo continued, his eyes reflecting the fading light. "We should count the moments in between, the ones that make life worth living."