Sitetampo

A soft melody began to play. But it faded into the background against the backdrop of the thoughts that were surfacing. They often got confused when it came to Sita.

He stood opposite me. He hesitated, unwilling to take the first step. For the first time, he felt stuck.

Unpredictable, apathetic, cold, and impenetrable. He's used to being free, to doing only what he wants. Used to being above everyone else.

But next to you, tiny and innocent, he had no power.

Site always refrained from taking part in the waltz, and yet he went in defiance.

Slowly, deliberately, he stepped forward, coming right up to you. You flinched, looking up at him with panicked eyes. And he felt a warm thrill pierce his heart.

• There is no need to be afraid, - he said quietly, and carefully, but persistently intercepts your hand.