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CHAPTER 144
Bruno nodded, vividly recalling the sleepless nights and the anguish that had haunted him since the gypsy's words became reality. He knew that his choices had been motivated by fear of the unknown, but now he realized that he could no longer escape his destiny.
Bruno looked into the gypsy's piercing eyes and nodded.
“Yes, that was one of the things I thought,” he admitted. “I thought I could escape what was destined to happen.”
The gypsy shook her head, her dark hair dancing in the wind.
“Destiny doesn't work that way, Bruno,” she said, her voice calm and firm. “You cannot run from what is written in the stars.”
“I thought I had free will to choose my path,” Bruno continued, his voice wavering. “But now I see that maybe it was just an illusion.”
The gypsy looked at Bruno seriously. “Free will exists,” she said. “But feelings are what guide our choices,
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