SALVADOR’S POV

A wry smile formed on my face as I watched her look worried. Even though her words sounded so true, I did not want to believe her. The last thing I wanted to hear was what she had said. Claiming her innocence.

I was taken aback when she claimed to love me. I mean the younger me. I was relieved when she said as a brother not until she claimed she also loved me as a lover. We were children at that time. Why would she think of such at that tender age? I wanted to smile but then, I remembered why I was there. I remembered why I had come to see her.

“Leave my Father out of this” She answered, her brows furrowed. I felt my inside burn. She was defending her Father? A murderer? After trying to wipe off a whole generation who had done nothing to him? I was disappointed. If I had indeed died, was that all she was going to say?

True. She was the only friend that I had at that time and I was quite glad with the fact that she knew it was not right to keep talking about me but I really wanted to k