Gin Montero/Dionysus Dausel's
"Where were you for the past eight years? What happened?"
A smile made its way on my lips when Zhanaia asked that thing. I was already expecting her to ask that. Of course, she would start from the beginning. From my promise to her, a promise that I knew she waited for me to fulfill, but things happened and I wasn't able to do it as soon as I could. Hence, Zhanaia thought that I broke my promise, but I didn't.
Taking a deep breath, I prepared myself to tell her what happened since I left to go back to the United States for my recovery. Slowly, one by one, memories came back to me, flooding my mind. It made my head ache for a bit but I was able to handle the pain. I looked at Zhanaia who was waiting patiently for me to answer her.
I smiled at her
