Preface.

Purple. The richest purple I had ever seen. It still puzzles me how could it be at the same time so dark, so intense, and still so bright. The contrast of the white around it with the blackness at its center was so deep that it could obfuscate anything known to man. At least in my heart. All the toughness it acquired during these last 60 years finally had found its nemesis. Like sharp daggers, the sparkles coming from those eyes penetrated the most intimate parts of me. Parts that I thought would never again be unveiled. Even now, after everything that has happened since I first met those eyes, it is difficult for me to see anything else when I close my own.

The perfect pattern of their iris, which not even the best weaver could mimic, and the way they could contract to express their owner’s hate, or expand to show her relief, held a magic that can never be obliterated. The feeling of never being able to look at them again chilled me to the bone, as it does now. Nevertheless, I knew that was inevitable. Whether we wanted it to happen or not, I was sure one more time I would be a victim of my apparent blessing. For she would die. Some day.

Maybe it was because I had felt it before. Or because this time it was so much stronger. The fact is that I was determined to bet against the odds. To defeat the fate that tormented me so much more than half a century ago. I could not understand in a million years the consequences of my acts, nor guess how bad they would be. Now it is too late. It is in a last trial for redemption that I write this, and I do what I'm going to do. It will give you the opportunity to judge me, and, with hope, present me with your forgiveness.

I think the best way to start is, as many say, from the beginning. From when I first realized I would not die, or, more accurately, I would never grow older.