The in noxious drops of rain, the painless whistling of winds and this wet road, reminded her of all those time when she and Roman were much more than two strangers coming across and acquainting. Weather their only schedule and his car their empire, they would verve beyond the reaches of every bounding chain. Watching them together back then, who would have thought their story would come to this. Times, when each other's voices they worshiped, were indeed gone. Today they sat beside each other, their hands and words both to themselves.
Roman was driving them to his house, told her that she wasn't safe and had to come with him. Refusing to talk any further before reaching, he convinced her, he was always good at manipulating, and who knew it better than Klara. But it wasn't his maneuver that played her, Klara was convinced at the very moment he lifted his face to her, she knew at that very moment that her trust in him wasn't shattered even after seven long years. All that she knew, and wanted to know for now, that he was back.
They had come a long distance of an hour from the station but still he hadn't spoken single word to her, not laid a single eye on her. It was all the same but he was different, it was like he wasn't even Roman. She thought many times to ask something but look on his face was not welcoming; something about that plain face stopped her dead with words. There were no verbal directions but it was more than clear, he won't spill off a single word.
Klara reaching her peak of patience was about to cluster him with questions when he suddenly stopped the car among the dark, wet, shuttering trees. It was cold silence all around, only life around them were the trees. Rains had stopped, and one would have begged even a dead to make sound, but it was all so still.
Undoing his seatbelt Roman turned towards her, looked at her, making her remember how much she wanted him, and waited for him. It was the first time since the station that Roman was looking straight into her eyes, she was already seized in those blue, deep eyes, when he moved his cold hands towards her face. Keeping his palm on her cheek he gently and unhurriedly rubbed her lower lip with his thumb. With her eyes closed she felt all the fervency she was craving for. Smelting it all in she wanted this touch forever, she wished for the life still so that she could live these instances all through the eternity.
But her evoke and feelings were ceased when Roman abruptly descended his hand swiftly enough. Swiftly enough that made her understand that the moment was gone. Turning his head towards the other side and clutching his hands together and eyes closed he took a good sniff of the moist air around. Then he turned back to Klara and started his hand for the cigarette.
Klara sat beside him numb, still in delirium while he lighted his cigarette and inhaled with the same serenity. His eyes still away from her he started with the words which would unveil the mystery, the reason of her life, which would force her to enquire about her existence, the words, "your father is going to die in next four hours, unless you follow me.'' Klara was stupefied, she froze at the very set, she had no idea what just hit her ears. Before she could make any statement or probe, Roman continued in his unfeeling manner, "Yes, you heard it right; your father is still alive"
