stood on the quay, the collar of her wool coat turned up against the biting dampness. The sea air was sharp, smelling of salt and damp pine. She watched the large ferry, a towering shadow against the horizon, preparing to leave. She was waiting for Alexandros .
As the ferry whistled, a long, mournful sound, she remembered another winter, another morning, and the way his voice used to sound before the distance grew between them. This wasn't a sudden goodbye; it was the inevitable conclusion of a season that had finally run its course. melina_aslanidoy_ena_kheimoniatiko_proi_stin_ig...
A quiet, seaside morning, focusing on the loneliness of the pier. Emotion: Melancholy, quiet acceptance, nostalgia. stood on the quay, the collar of her
Alexandros didn't show up to say goodbye in person. Instead, his absence felt heavier than his presence ever did. It was a final, silent act, leaving her alone with the seagulls and the cold mist. She was waiting for Alexandros
Cold, melancholic, wintery, intimate yet distant.
“Ena kheimoniatiko proi stin Igoumenitsa...” (A winter morning in Igoumenitsa...) She whispered the opening line, the melody echoing in her mind.
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