The song faded. A country track started. Leo opened his eyes.
Ten years. A decade of silence, of moves across countries, of telling himself he was over it. Over her. And yet, one baritone whisper from Klaus Meine, and he was twenty-two again, standing in a cramped Munich apartment, watching Maya pack a suitcase. best of scorpions songs
His chest caved in.
The jukebox clicked. Someone must have queued it twice, because the opening riff of "Still Loving You" began again. The song faded
"Time, it needs time… to win back your love again…" of moves across countries
He slid the untouched whiskey toward her.
And there she was.