He looked at me with those very blue eyes of his, patient and loving.
I didn’t know what to answer at first. I couldn’t fully process it.
“…What do you think? That he’s beautiful. You were beautiful—look at those ears! You were a teddy bear!” I joked, in good humor. “Andre looks so much like you at that age! I have no doubt he’s your son!”
Alexander laughed, and his smile widened on his lips, showing his prominent fangs.
What else could I say? I felt so proud to be there, and grateful that he had decided to show me something so important, that I couldn’t even describe the feeling. I turned around and, over my shoulder, contemplated four hundred years of history.
I don’t know exactly when I stopped seeing the limits that separated my reality from his, at what moment the existence of we
