Hunted by the past.

Life before her eyes.

Harold's POV:

I left her, again, in this cold room in the hospital, and for the first time I left this place so happy. The affection she shows me just melt my soul. The way she held me from behind, resting her head against the hard fabric of my tee-shirt, squeezing my stomach with her shaky hands made me feel so happy and so stupid because I can't believe that little yet touching act of her made me want her and love her again. This...I don't know what she did to me that I couldn't hid the stupid grin on my lips. And being the asshole I am, I just turned her to face me and kissed her hair. Oh my God! I'm a an ass. I could see the disappointment in her hazel eyes and in her flashy cheeks. Maybe I did this because of her change of hearts. Just before it, she was crying telling me why she told me the story of Cody and moments later, she hugs me like I'm the only one in her life, like I'm the only one she ever loved, like I am hers. In the other hand, I was just her shoot to remind herself that she has something, she's not empty anymore. I can feel her struggling to fall for me and love me but she always fails miserably because she was pretending. So why am I even with her after two years? Because I know that good things happens to who waits. I know that one day she will figure out that she can love again, that she can open up to me and let me her hers, that Cody was just a fantasy and now he's gone, forever. Who am I kidding?! I can't understand what she feel toward Cody. I mean despite their both young age, they were just..made in love. I started to admire Cody's personality, believe it or not. He's the opposite of me. he was so funny, so ambitious and full of life. I admire, too, The teenager Lady. She was so much fun and she was that girl that she was ready to do any thing just to change her actual situation. Was? Maybe she still is and I am too blinded to see that playful part of her. This days, when she started telling me about Cody, I felt like the Lady from high school has somehow get back. Even her eyes are full of passion and life when she told me about attending that party. She can deny it as much as she wants, but she likes having a good time at parties. I though she don't like crowded place, I though she was like me, well the boring version of me. We didn't go to so much dates like she did with Cody. Cody took her to different date every day and when I decide to have a good time with her, I took her to the museum or to a club book. I sound so boring, even for myself. But I don't know; if she felt so boring with me, why she didn't tell me? I mean I could change my habits and have fun with her sometimes. But I guess I was too busy to listen and ask her what she like. Busy doing what? Working. I though being successful would impress her and made her proud of me. I didn't bother take her to a parc or a zoo like the couple of these days do in her days off from college. She spent most of her week end at the library, studying and when she came back, she stays on her laptop, working on her internship. She didn't have to take care of the house, the cleaning, the cooking because we have a housekeeper. I wanted to feel one day like we are a normal couple, to wake up and find her in the kitchen, drinking her coffee and waiting for me to drop her to her classes on my way to work. In stand, I woke up every day to find her in the shower, I always take my breakfast alone and she only drink coffee and sometimes she doesn't. We are just a room mate, share a house and the food and the furniture inside it.

As I lean back my head on the rest head of my car, I remember the first day I saw her. She moved down the hood with her family in her last year, I was in college that time. I saw her moving the boxes to that big house and I offered to help her. She was wearing a floral dress and toms, her brown hair was pushed in a pony tail and her face was make up free.

"No" she said, refusing to let me help her. She tried so hard to say it in the most polite way she could. But she agreed after she stumbled carrying a heavy box.

"I'm Harold" I said and shook her hand as we were inside the house. I saw her mom in the kitchen and she noticed me.

"I'm Lady" she said and her mom stand next to her, she said "Harold, this my mother. Mum, this is Harold"