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He knocked thrice.

Three very calculated knocks were heard against the door and he could swear he was able to hear his own heartbeat. His heart was beating fast and his breathing increased as he stared at the wooden doorframe he hadn't seen in so long, it was still surprising that he actually did this, that he had actually decided to do that.

Things had changed since the last time he was there, not that it mattered much because he was still a hollow shadow, darkness without light. He wanted to laugh at how miserable he was, standing in front of the brothel he hadn't stepped in for months, almost years, how he was still scared and unsuccessful man who ran away from his problems, as he always did. Months ago he'd hoped he had changed, that things wouldn't have to be this way again, that he had finally found some happiness and that he will finally find a partial happily ever after his Nana had liked to read to him when he was a child. Now he knew things will never change, world is one cold and dryasdust place filled with the emotionless and careless people and that the lies and pain were the ones creating a new day.

Listening to his own heartbeat man didn't even notice footsteps that approached the door and the moment familiar figure appeared in front of him, he almost stopped breathing, because nothing can prepare a person for facing past they tried to avoid and forget so hard. How could he, anyway, forget when the memories would never leave his mind, staying imprinted like the scars his hands still felt burning. It would be impossible to ignore all the things that had happened in his life, especially the ones that will always lead him to this place, a place he couldn't not to remember, the one that sometimes still haunted his dreams.

The shiny green eyes met empty grey ones, a gaze between them not breaking apart for a second. Man felt as if air left his lungs and he found it troublous to breathe, trying not to break down in front of the person opposite to him.

There were so many words he wanted to say, apologise for so many things he never could've done or cry from embarrassment, he didn't know and with a look person was giving him, it wasn't easy to choose. Seeing he was torn inside, person put hands on hips and looked at him thoughtfully, doing the first step instead of him.

"Hello my dear."

Those three words were the only ones needed to say. Michael finally moved his gaze from the bright stormy eyes and let it move down body he knew too well.

She was still a beautiful woman. Her luxuriant coffee coloured hair was curled in a delicate manner with a small pink rose put on the side, falling on her uncovered shoulders, shining almost as much as her eyes, dark and dangerous, just like she was. Her eyes were decorated with a black eyeliner and eyebrows visibly drawn to the temple part of head. The lips she was biting were covered with a red lipstick, perfectly matching a dress she was wearing and fingernails she painted, all in a shade that was as red as blood. Just on the sight of her trouble with breathing appeared and as he examined her more he definitely knew some things never change, especially as exigent as this moment.

He fought against pressure in his chest, trying do anything beside glancing. Somehow, he found the strength. "Hello Sophia."

"Long time no see Michael," she spoke, her melodic voice still as deep and warm as he remembered. Her hands rested lower on his hips, bringing his attention on the rest of her amazing dress and on her long legs he knew she was proud of.

It took him a moment to concentrate on something because there were so many things he focused on, from a consuming and addicting smell that radiated from a tall body on front of him, faint music he could hear, heals he had seen once already, to a sharpness of glance that didn't leave his body and hands that stood on hips in an openly inviting manner.