When Aldana Candi's figure finally disappeared at the doorway, the man's taut muscles slowly began to relax.
The blush on his face had not yet faded. He lowered his eyes and slowly lifted his hand, pressing the palm against the wound on his chest.
Inside, his heart was beating wildly, as if it wanted to leap out through the thin skin of his palm... That feeling was thrilling.
His long eyelashes drooped down, the dim light and shadows concealing the faint glow in his eyes.
*
The sun was setting in the west. Aldana Candi sat at the door, resting her chin on her hand while looking into the distance, letting her hair dry.
The fishermen returning late were coming back one by one, ferrying their small boats, surrounded by their children like triumphant emperors, joyfully heading home.
