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Her last seminar went great. People were exciting, they loved her ethusiasm, her attitude, her patience. And everytime she began to sing, to show some singing technique or sing a part from opera aria, everybody was quiet and listened to her beautiful pure voice.
"It was pleasure to have you here. I hope, you will do this again," one of her students said after she was talking with them after the seminar. "Well, it would be nice. I had really great time here with you." She was relaxed, open, confident. She met so many new people and she was always willing to spend some time with them. Talk to them, give them autograph or took a picture.
But at the end of the day, she looked at mirror and all that she saw was sadness in her eyes. She was happy. She loved and was loved. But she missed that feeling, that she experienced. She missed gentle touch and voice saying her name with love. She missed eyes, that were watching her, while she was making dinner and humming her favourite melodies. She missed those blue eyes. It was so long ago, so many days has passed and yet she still missed him. She saw him in their daughter, she recognised him in his mother, she heard his laugh in his sister's laugh. He was alive, even though he was gone. But it wasn't enough and she felt hole in her heart, empty space, that no one could ever fill. And she's been thinking about it every night before she felt asleep.
And the truth is, she would like to meet someone, who could burn the fire in her heart again, make her feel beautiful, womanlike, sexy. Someone who would make her feel passion and lust again. Someone who would appreciate her smile and love her not for the money she made, but for the sound of her laugh and morning husky voice. She was back in her hotel room, starong to the mirror, fixing her hair. She decided to go for a walk so she could buy something for Violette.
"Yes, my love. Of course, I will bring you a present. I've promised," she was on the street, calling with Vi. "I can't tell you, what it is, it's a surprise," she chuckled and took a stairs so she could to the street from the underground station. "Could you give me aunt Scarlett, honey? I need to speak to her," she said goodbye to her daughter and waited for Scarlett to pick up the phone.
"Hayley, hi!" No answer... "Hayley, are you there?" Scarlett's voice echoed from the phone. Hayley held it in her hand, but she couldn't speak, move or even breath. All she could do was staring and watching walking man across the street. His walk. His moves. The way his eyes watched passing people. His eyes. His sad blue eyes... Hayley dropped her phone and it immediately broke down.
Sound of crashing phone got her from a trance and she silently whispered...
