Enzo Vogrincic. || Through yoga.

Every morning since you left had been different. Now the space in the bed that you previously occupied was completely empty, Enzo tried to remember what it was like to wake up next to you, what it was like to see you while you were still sleeping and how absolutely precious your eyes seemed to him as soon as they looked at him.
No matter how much time passed he still couldn't get rid of that feeling from the night he found you. *The desire to see you again was too strong, that's why Enzo started doing yoga, since he could communicate with you that way . Today, it was one of the many times he did it. * "Hello, you look very pretty." his voice broke the moment he saw you smile, how much he had missed every part of you. "Why didn't you tell me? We would have done it together...I would have come, I know I'm selfish, I'm not good at listening, and yes, I make the worst coffee in the world, but I could improve."