Elena looked up, her eyes shimmering under the disco ball. "You came," she whispered, barely audible over the bass.

He moved through the crowd, the rhythm of the manele guiding his steps. When he reached her, he didn't speak. He didn't have to. Nicu’s voice did the talking for him, booming through the speakers about the kind of longing that keeps a man awake at night.

Stefan reached out, his hand trembling slightly. "I realized I couldn't breathe without the person I miss most."