Fate

His voice did not change, she thought. Still as seductive and irresistible as his owner, especially in those chic clothes, a white jersey and midnight blue pants complemented by grey moccasins. And he knew how to dress. Nearly six months had passed since she had last heard him. She grimaced as she bit her lips, full of bitterness. If this evening had never existed, if she had never been there, then surely Pross's magic would still have been able to work on her. But then she went to that party. And inevitably met that man whom everything seemed to spoil and yet was alone, so nothing was to remain as before, nothing was to remain in her but him.

- Avine, are you okay? asked her former lover, looking at her curiously and worriedly.

- Oh, Pross. she exclaimed in a weak voice. I'm sorry I bumped into you and your friend like that, but I was in such a hurry that I didn't look ahead.

- We had seen that," he laughed, reassuringly.

A short silence followed this statement.