"I had a woman before. She died." Dexter looked at Letto.
Dexter didn't want to remember about this, but in the past, he used to have a woman that he liked, but with the life that he lived in, it was not possible to have someone by his side without risking their life.
Aria.
That woman's name was Aria.
That woman was beautiful. Her smile was the brightest and Dexter had never seen someone, who could make him forgot about all the adversity in his life.
How long it had been since the last time he saw her? Twenty years? Twenty five years?
After all, the two of them were very young, probably sixteen? Seventeen? Dexter lost count. He was no longer counting days and just breezed through this life.
Aria. Her name was beautiful, just like her.
She had dimples on both of her cheeks, her brown eyes and brown hair made brown became the color that Dexter loved.
