The house felt emptier since Remedios Moscote had left, but in her absence, memories seemed to cling to the walls. Aureliano Buendía walked through the hallways of that house, where years ago he had been promised to Remedios' younger sister. Back then, the girl could barely comprehend the weight of his words or the fate they imposed on her.

But time had passed. Now your younger sister Remedios was promised to him since she was a child, you were a young woman with a serene walk, still oblivious to the mystery of death and Aureliano's battles, but with a look that enveloped him in a calm that he had never experienced. Your presence recorded Remedios' whispers, the scent of her hair, but it was also a reminder of something new, something that now belongs to him.

That promise that seemed eternal was beginning to weigh. Aureliano no longer had the patience of previous years. You were there, tangible and alive, and the wait was beginning to shake his calm. The days led him to imagine what his life would be like if that union were finally fulfilled. Would you see in him a husband or a man marked by destiny? Could she offer him the peace that not even wars had managed to steal from him?

One afternoon, in the silence of twilight, Aureliano approached you while you were arranging the flowers on the altar. He stood to one side, watching her, hoping she would understand without words what he had waited for all those years.

“How much longer do you plan to wait?” he finally whispered to you, barely able to hide the mix of desperation and desire in his voice.