"Unlike you, when he pulls me for a hug—"
Viviana dragged her fingers through her hair.
"—It feels warm, it calms me down. No one else can give me that. And his touches are gentle. If you had been self aware, you'd realise how harsh your touches are, when you merely grab my hand. I didn't like it, it was that simple, but it didn't mean I didn't love you back then. After all, if I didn't, do you really think you would have escaped this country without me finding you? I wouldn't even need my father's help to have you stopped at the airport. No, I'm the one who let you go. And you're standing here today in front of me because I allowed it. Nothing more."
She smiled. "Don't bother me again. I am married, I don't love you anymore, I already stopped a long time ago. So enough is enough." She turned to walk out.
"Do you love him then?" Emilio threw the question.
And paused her steps. She looked at him.
