the confession of love, the injuries Angy once had, how he took care of her, then his most beautiful memory shot him. The first kiss and then the hardships they went through haunted him. He went into the boy's room, threw himself on his hammock and began to dream. Since the time he met Angy, he dreamed everything through again. But then he came to this point that was still raging in his head.Then he dreamed up his future. It was gloomy and deserted. Bathed in sweat, he woke up and looked out the window. It was already dark. "This is what it will look like, my future." Zorro whispered to himself.

So the end remains open but it will go on. Poor Zorro! But fate calls. Well as always, I hope you liked it. I'd rather stop writing before I mutate into Mother Teresa ^^ byebye
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