Lina was fourteen years old, an age where feelings were still new and questions were bigger than answers. She did not yet understand love the way adults did, but she believed in it deeply. To her, love meant kindness, loyalty, and the feeling of being chosen without being asked to change.

She lived a simple life, going to school, helping her family, and spending long moments staring out the window at the sky. While other children talked about games or the future, Lina quietly wondered if one day someone would understand her heart. Not now, not soon — but someday. The sky became her place of comfort. [read more]

One night, after falling asleep with that familiar thought, she dreamed.

She stood on a wide, bright cloud, solid beneath her feet. Across from her appeared a boy about her age, no older than fifteen. He wore a small crown that rested gently on his head, and behind him flowed a long white sheet that moved softly in the air. He did not look powerful in a frightening way — only calm and sure, like someone who knew who he was.

His name was Elias.

Behind him waited a white horse with long wings, standing quietly, as if protecting the moment. Elias smiled, shy but certain.

“I believe in you,” he said. “That’s why I came.”

They did not rush. Together, they climbed onto the horse and moved across the sky, jumping from cloud to cloud. Each jump felt like trust. Each landing felt like friendship becoming something deeper — something that would grow with time.

His paradise was not a kingdom or palace. It was a peaceful place above the world, where everything felt safe and bright, like a promise waiting to be fulfilled in the future.

“This is not the end,” Elias said quietly. “It is only where our story begins.”

When Lina woke up, she was still a child, still in her room, still with school and ordinary days ahead. But she smiled. She believed that one day, when she was older, the boy from the sky would no longer be a dream.

He would be real.

And until then, the sky would keep the promise. [/read]