When Nandor was in that cage. From time to time he thought of his stolen opportunity, the one that promised him to recover his humanity and he dreamed of what it would be like to truly live in this wonderful time, where he was not a powerful warlord and his hands would finally be free of blood and death.
How fantastic it would have been to make a lot of unnecessary purchases in the day and run in the mornings; feeling the wind and the suffocating rays of the sun, in his ramblings some times Guillermo appeared and he always lamented, in the depths for not being able to find him when he was a person and not a bloodthirsty monster condemned to eternity.
They could have shared creepys*, taken each other's breath away and lived to the fullest one life, in a perfect and irrational world their exchanged glances that night at Panera Bread would have taken place in a warm evening instead of the frigid darkness that witness their meeting and maybe in that world everything would have been easier.
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creepys=crepes.
