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Without looking around she began to run across the rush road. Cars were stopping quickly, trying to avoid her. She was like deaf, like a walking dead following one and one spot only.
She hit few people when she was running threw the ground, everyone was swearing at her, but she didn't listen. She was just focusing on a man in a black clothes walking in front of her. She got closer to him and when she wanted to say his name, her voice betrayed her and she couldn't say a word. He was just few metres from her. So she came closer, shaking, tears in her eys, her heart almost torn her chest already, she felt and realised every single heart beat, it felt like she had someone inside her hest, who was hitting her with wrists, trying to get out.
"Chris?" she said in a husky voice. She immediately noticed his slight head movement and he slowly turned. "No... No... This can't be true... This is not happening," she covered her eyes with hands and began to cry. She couldn't stand it... She suddenly couldn't stand the fact, that it is really him. But she looked at him in a second. He was looking at her, taken aback, he watched her in disbeliefe. "H... Hayley?" he said and his voice was so weak, that she almost couldn't hear him. But she did and her heart almost exploded, when she heard his voice saying her name. After such a long time, after all her pain and missery, just one word was enough to wake dying flame in her heart. No one could ever say her name with that kind of gentlesness, with so much love. But today it was also full of pain and weakness.
They stood there looking at each other like in a dream. Hayley was so afraid to move. What if this is a dream and she will do something wrong and it will disappear? She will wake up in her hotel room alone? "Say something... Anything," she said imploringly, desperately. He was silent, he just watched her. "You have nothing to say?" she asked him. "Anything?" she raised her voice. "You've changed," he whispered. All she was able to perceive were his blue eyes, until now. She finally began to look at him completely. And she realised, that his face is dirty, so his clothes. He looked untidily, uncultivated, homeless. "I don't understand, Chris... What happened? Talk to me... It's me, Hayley," she was begging desperately. His cold frightened eyes scared her.
"I.... I saw you..." "What do you mean, that you saw me?" "You were in front of your apartment, with Sebastian,... And... And... The baby," his voice broke down. "You're having a baby with him... I.... I didn't want to ruin your happ... your life..." Hayley stared at him in disbelief, "a baby?" she frowned and and anger appeared in her voice. "It was in the winter. He came with his car, you got out your house and kissed him. I saw it, I saw it..."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" That was the answer he did not expect. "Chris? How long have you been back?" she stepped toward him. She remembered that moment. It was the day, when Seb helped her to get in time to the theater. "How long?" she yelled. "Because this... this was more than two years ago!" "I came back that day... I went immediately to your place, " he said and his voice got darker, deeper, " 'cause no matter what I saw, no matter what I've experienced, it was your face, your eyes and sound of your voice, that kept me alive... And I hoped... God, I was such a fool, when I thought you would wait for me..." Hayley couldn't stand his words anymore and began to cry loudly. His words were like arrows and every single one was killing her a little bit.
"You stupid bastard!" she suddenly exclaimed and threw her purse at him angrily... Sadness and desperation turned to anger and grievance. "I have been waiting whole damn time. I almost drank myself to death for you. I lost everybody and everything, my job, friends, my fucking life... I almost..." she couldn't even stand anymore and she fell on her knees and cried, "I almost killed my daughter... I almost killed her... I almost killed Violette... Our daughter..."
He stood there, watched her and tears were rolling down on his chest. He realised, that he hurt her, maybe more than anybody else before. His pride, his bad mental state caused this. He could come, he could ask. But he turned back and walked away that day. Without asking, without thinking. He felt so bad, he couldn't imagine his life without her, so he left. But he couldn't live normal life, so he got to the deepest and darkest place...
"Our daughter?" he whispered to himself and looked at her. "She's yours... Only yours... Just like me... Just like I always was and always will be," her face hidden in her hands, her voice full of broken dreams, broken wishes.
"Hayley," she heard his voice and felt his hands lifting her up.
"Leave me be," she hissed angrily, "I hate you so much," she whined. "I know you don't," he helped her to stand and walked with her to the bench. They didn't know people were staring and watching them. It was weird - well dressed and good looking woman and dirty homeless man arguing on the street like two broken lovers.
"Why, Chris? I simply don't understand... Why didn't you call? Why didn't you ask? You could go home to Lisa, to your mom instead of leaving."
"When I saw you, I felt, that I lost everything... It was you that mattered... Nothing and no one else... I wasn't reasonable, I simply... I... I don't know," he said sadly, holding her hands in his. "I couldn't stand the life without you by side. I was angry, but I loved you still. And I thought, that I could ruin everything for you if I'd appear... My God..." he whispered tearfully.
"Stupid, stubborn jerk," she looked at him and fixed her eyes with his. "How could I doubt?" he caresed her cheeks. "Forgive me."
She leaned and hugged him, put her head on his chest and breathed heavily. It was the sound of his heart, his broken heart, that began to calm her down. Warm of his body and his hands on her back. His lips kissing her head and whispering her name again and again. It wasn't a dream, it wasn't a nightmare anymore, it was life, reality, it was love.
No more 'she' or 'he', but 'us'.
And their hearts were complete again, even though many scars appeared on them. But what is life without scars on our hearts? Scars, that remind us, that we are alive?
"Hayley?" she heard his voice and looked at him. "Yes?"
"We have a daughter?" he asked shakily.
"We have a daughter," she smiled through her cry. "What... What's her name?" "Violette." "That night...?" he asked. "You remember," she smiled and she knew, that they will overcome anything.
"Come," she stretched her arm toward him. "Where are we going?" he stood up and took her hand.
