Cassandra clutched Dahlia's hand as they stepped off the train in Berlin. The bustling city was a stark contrast to the quiet life they had built with Theseus in the English countryside. But Cassandra's heart was heavy with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation as she prepared to see Gellert once more.
Gellert was waiting for them at the station, his eyes lighting up with a mixture of surprise and joy when he saw them. "Cassandra, Dahlia," he greeted them warmly, his gaze lingering on Dahlia. "It's so good to see you."
Dahlia clung to her mother, uncertain of the man before her. But Gellert's smile was gentle, and he crouched down to her level. "Hello, Dahlia. I'm Gellert. I have some wonderful places to show you today."
Cassandra watched as Dahlia's initial hesitation melted away, replaced by curiosity. She knew this visit was a risk, but she couldn't deny Gellert's genuine affection for Dahlia. There was a part of her that still felt the pull of the bond they had once shared.
Gellert took them on a whirlwind tour of Berlin, showing them the city's hidden gems and historical landmarks. They visited charming boutiques, where he encouraged them to choose anything they liked. Dresses, shoes, makeup—whatever their hearts desired. Dahlia's eyes sparkled with delight as she twirled in her new dresses, and Cassandra couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia for the days when she and Gellert had shared a life of grandeur and dreams.
As the day turned to evening, they found themselves at a quaint café, sipping hot chocolate and watching the city lights come to life. Gellert's gaze was soft as he looked at Dahlia, a mixture of pride and longing in his eyes. It was as if he saw a part of himself in her, a connection that went beyond mere affection.
"Dahlia," he said softly, "you remind me so much of your mother. You have her strength, her spirit."
Dahlia beamed at the compliment, her trust in Gellert growing with each passing moment. Cassandra's heart ached as she watched them, torn between the life she had chosen and the memories that refused to fade.
As they prepared to leave, Gellert took Cassandra's hand, his touch sending a familiar shiver down her spine. "Cassandra," he said, his voice earnest, "I do still love you. And I want you to give me a chance."
Cassandra looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and longing that mirrored her own conflicted emotions. She knew that this decision would shape their futures, and the weight of it pressed heavily on her heart.