"If we meet again, we will be enemies. Is that what you want?" Gael asked Vanesha, sadness evident in his voice.
Gael didn't raise her, but they met when she was only three years old, probably she forgot that night already, but he remembered that innocent girl, who stared at him curiously and smiled toothily when he bought her and her big brother dinner.
But, the woman before his eyes, was a grown up woman, who could decide what she wanted and she wanted to be with the man that had imprisoned his daughter for years, separating them.
"I don't want to be your enemy, but this is the path that I will walk." Vanesha lowered her head, she stared at her shoes. "I thank you for everything that you have done for me and I am sorry for what I will do in the future."