Pelle and Amara have to answer some very important questions. When does love become toxic? At what point do you gain the courage to realize the perfect relationship has turned into a mascarade? And when exactly do you see the abuse you've put each o...
That night before we left Halkidiki there was a bonfire at the beach and Amara insisted on taking photos. With the fire behind, we were two silhouettes eternally scorching in those heavenly flames.
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She didn't expect me to get on one knee -I know that I didn't expect it either. I had no ring, no plan, just an empty promise, and she said yes. Now, I wonder if she said yes for us, for her, or for the life that was brewing in her belly.
''I don't believe in God, but I believe in everything he is,'' was the discussion we were having when it happened.
''How can that be, Pelle? Could I say don't believe in Helsinki, but you believe in everything that it is?''
''Yes, you believe in cities, and you believe in buildings and museums and streets, but it is possible for you to not believe in a specific place that has all that and is called Helsinki.''
''So you believe in the concept of God.''
''Yes. I believe in forgiveness and modesty and lo-''
'Ah!''
I'll never forget the way she fell to her knees and the blood that stained her jeans, I'll never forget the look of fear on her face and the pain in my heart.
