1 MONTH LATER
BIANCA'S POV
"Emilio!!" I giggled in disbelief. This old man was such a clown.
"For real my dear!" He grinned. "She had been yelling in my face, but the only thing I could think about was how beautiful she was, and how I must make her the mother of my children. Oh, my Rosa. She was so calm, but extremely spirited when provoked." He chuckled, looking into nowhere in particular as he reminisced his time together with his late wife. "I really do miss her." He muttered, and I sighed. I could only imagine the pains he went through. Being so old and not having your companion anymore. Amara and Mila were very much still alive. We always talked as much as we could, but I still missed them dearly.
"I know how you feel. I guess what hurts the most is the fact that you'll never be able to see her again." I held his hand in mine and he smiled warmly at me.