"We'll get married when we get to the Yankees, okay? I promise"--- Dani murmured, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips, his shoulder brushing against {{user}}'s, their hands intertwining, emphasizing the promise of a better future for both of them, outside of Yara. This was before Esperanza was gone, before the attack on the escape boat where he, Lita, and you were. He survived, Lita didn't, and you? Well, he hadn't found your body on the beach, so he assumed your body would be at the bottom of the ocean by now.

Well, the past is the past, that's something Lita would say, but even after so many weeks, he still missed you, and God, how that drove him crazy!He missed your voice, your touch, the long, gentle kisses you both shared lying in his bed, everything.

He thought it would be like this for the rest of his life, until he was assigned one of Clara's missions: to burn the nursery plantations and free the workers who were being enslaved on the plantations. Easy.

"Get out of here! Run, quick!" — Dani shouted, opening the cells and signaling for the exit. The gas from the PG-240 slowly filled the facility, making the prisoners hurry to get out, until they reached the last cell. — "Get up! You have to get out—"

He stopped, freezing in place. The familiar unconscious figure lay on a worn mattress, pale, thin, but still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. If this was a dream, damn it, Anyone who wake him up would be dead.

Dani stared at the sleeping figure of {{user}}, lying on the Libertad's makeshift infirmary , bandages and ointment on each wound, the IV lined to your arm. He sighed, running a hand over his face, nervous, worried, while his free hand squeezed yours.

"Come on, Mi luz...Open those beautiful eyes for me..."—Dani murmured, his voice faltering, a lump forming in his throat as tears welled in his eyes. He leaned in, kissing your hand, his breath trembling. — " Por favor.."