Reunite

Chapter Five

I gave my money over to taxi driver and slowly got out, I did not even check how much I gave him. I heard the taxi pull drive away as I was glancing up at the considerable building, my heart rate was rapid. I tried to get rid of the memories of leaving him, I straightened my jacket up and began walking towards Escala.

I shut my eyes tightly, I hesitantly pressed the button on the lift and impatiently waited. I paced up and down until the I heard the doors open, I kept telling myself to be strong, be brave. However, like Kate admitted I was no good at this.

I was met by the familiar surroundings as the doors opened, nothing had changed. I walked in slowly and noticed it was a mess, especially the kitchen.

I glanced over and saw many bottles on the side, empty ones. I took a deep breath and walked up the stairs, where was he?

"Christian?", I called, there was nothing.

I checked most of the rooms I could remember, I finally made it down the corridor that was very familiar to me.

I rested my head against the door, just behind the door was the playroom. I remember that night once again, the hurtful memories all rushed back. All of a sudden I heard a noise from downstairs, I quickly cleared my head and wiped the fallen tear.

I followed my steps from earlier before and reached the top of the stairs, I stared down and saw him sitting there. I watched him rest his hands on the piano very gently, the song was always so sad but mellow.

"Christian.", His head snapped up, he looked startled but then relaxed as he watched me walk down the stairs before standing up.

"Anastasia. What you doing here?", He slightly smiled, I could see through him. His hair was ruffled and paired with dark rings under his eyes, we met each other in the middle.

"Christian. I've heard the news, I'm so sorry for your loss.", His head dropped immediately. "Don't hide yourself from me.", I stated, I rubbed his shoulder and heavily sighed.

"I'm fine.", He said in a whisper, he patted the top of the piano before walking towards the window.

"It's ok not to be ok, Christian.", I watched as he almost protected himself with his muscular arms, he wrapped them around his torso and still wouldn't look at me.

"Why do things always happen to good people?", He asked, he angrily wiped his cheek and rustled his hair.

"Please. Christian, look at me.", He turned around very slowly and eventually our eyes met, glass eyed and fragile. Poor fifty.

"You're here.", I slightly nodded as he wiped his eyes once.

"Have you seen your family?", He wiped his eyes roughly and stared deep in thought at the floor.

"No.", He took a deep breath and turned his attention back to the window.

"I need to see Elliot and Kate, so do you.", He shook his head and heavily signed.

"I can't do it alone.", He stated, I followed his earlier footsteps but watched him almost freeze cautiously as I was standing behind him.

"You don't have to do this alone, Christian. Get yourself together, go wash your face and I'll be waiting here.", He nodded as he scuttled off.

After five minutes of waiting he came down the stairs, thankfully he had changed. He had a fresh blue shirt on with black jeans, I chucked him his car keys and we made our way down in the elevator.

"Been a long time since we were in here together.", He looked down and slightly chuckled.

"It has.", He licked his lips and watched me carefully.