Killian's pov
"Hey..."
"Umm, Hi"
"Do you remember me?"
"Of course, how could I forget" I said with a chuckle.
"Okay, good. I just thought with your new life and all, and besides, how long has it been since we last saw each other?"
"About 12 years.. Maybe even longer." I answered.
"Way too long.." She smiled.
I nodded.
"But, Milah, dont think that you can just walk back into my life, I mean, I.."
She cut me off.
"I wasn't planning on doing that, Killian.. I know you've moved on and I wouldn't want it any other way. I just want you to be happy."
I decided to change the subject.
"How are you here?" I asked.
"Well, when you decided not to come with me, I went to Italy anyway. I was crushed, you know, I had been crying for months."
I suddendly felt really bad for her. I was angry at myself for dreaming that she's do such horrible things like shooting people and burning houses down.. She's never do anything like that.
"But anyway, I am over it. I decided to stay here with my family and I've lived in Italy ever since. When I heard about the plane crash I voluntered to help in the hospital. I met your wife and kids, they are really nice."
I nodded with a slight smirk on my face.
"I just.."
I looked back at her.
"I hope we can be friends.."
I smiled.
"Yeah, I'd like that"
