Our Needs

Juan's Point Of View.

“Sandro?” My chin dropped, my eyes narrowly opened in surprise.

Could I be dreaming or hallucinating? Is something wrong with me?

I tried shaking the image off my head, but the man was still standing firm in front of me.

“Let me guess, I haven't changed a bit over the years.” He giggled as he moved closer to me.

But I took a step back, which made him alter his next step.

His giggles, his face, and smile all seemed to be Sandro's, but could he really be the one? How did he escape that terrible night? And managed to stay alive up to now?

I pondered hard, but there was no response to my thoughts or questions.

“Do you know each other?” The lady beside him turned to him and asked gently.

I looked at her, she had gentle eyes, but I can't remember seeing her face before. This must be the first time meeting her.

“Yes, it is a long story but, we go a lot way back.” Sandro boasted and turned back to me.

“Are you okay, Princess?” His voice filled with worry faded in the air