You're Back (#3)

Chapter Four- Fate or Coincidence?

Previously on You're Back,

As I got myself some vodka whatever, I wanted to head back into the show, but before I could do that, I saw a glimpse of red and felt someone delicately bumping into me, but hard enough for me to spill my vodka. I cursed as it spilled on my shirt. I thought everyone was at the show, who the fuck-

Natalie's POV

On my way back towards the show, after throwing up huge amounts of shrimps and appetizers, I got myself together, put my lipstick back on after rinsing my mouth with cold water, and walked towards the fashion show. As I walked just around the corner I bumped into someone. He spilled his transparent drink and I quickly apologized. I looked up at the muscular man in his 30's, and my heart stopped.

Damon... He looked me in my eyes and I was paralyzed. Flashbacks came running through my mind, such as the touch of his hands, and the sound of his voice in the morning or the taste of his soft lips... I was devastated. "This wasn't supposed to happen..." I mumbled under my breath as my eyes filled tears. I was supposed to be dead. He was supposed to think I'm dead. He looked just as surprised as he didn't even blink, and stood there in front of me with his mouth open in shock.

He looked at me, burning me with his eyes, those eyes that were once my favorite thing to look at, and the ones I thought I'd never see in my life again. And yet here he was, standing right in front of me, and he knew. He knew now that I was indeed very alive, here in Santorini. I was right there, alive and well, in a red dress designed by Justin. A wound opened in my heart that I was trying to heal all those years, all those years without seeing him, living a new, secret life away from America, away from him. My first and truest love.

It all became too much, this was supposed to be a chapter closed, yet I couldn't bring myself to say anything. What could I ever say to him? So I did the one thing I was good at when being with him. I ran. I turned around, with tears streaming down my tears, and I ran. I ran towards the exit and then towards my house. Everything I tried to hide all those years, my whole past in New York, my love for Damon, my past in California with my step father, my mother's death, it all came back. It was all as clear as never. And it hurt, it hurt so deeply I felt my heart bleeding and I found myself uncontrollably crying as I reached my house.

I was shaking, as I panicked and didn't know what to do. I entered my house and took off my shoes. I ripped the dress off of me, and realized I had to leave. He was here, and I couldn't look him in the eye again, so I packed.

Damon's POV

The girl Justin came with earlier. I knew she looked familiar. But it was only when I saw her up close I thought I was going crazy. Was I hallucinating? Seeing ghosts? But no, she was right in front of me, older, more beautiful than ever, and most importantly, alive.

Natalie is alive. All those years living in lies, I didn't even understood how she was alive. I saw her slit wrists, and all the blood, and her cold body. It was all coming back to me. Everything, the good and the bad, her smiles, her tears, my devastation after she was gone... I never stopped loving or missing her. Yet I was so confused, and so hurt to see her in front of me in Santorini. What was she doing here?

A part of me wanted to grab her into my arms and hug her tightly, and look into her beautiful eyes again like I used to every morning, and touch her soft skin as she smiled her beautiful smile to me. Being with her used to make me the happiest person alive. I was young, and made horrible, horrible mistakes towards her. I never forgave myself when she left. I have never loved someone so deeply and truly as I loved her. She used to be my everything. And as she ran away my heartbreak returned, and everything about my future and present was uncertain.

I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to think. I stood there not moving for another ten minutes and for a moment I really started to consider if it wasn't just a hallucination. She wasn't here anymore, she ran away. It's like she never stood in front of me. But my drink was still spilled, and the vodka dripping from my shirt. Then I understood, Natalie never died. She lied and she left, and it was all my fault. It was always my fault, because I was too egoistic and arrogant to give her the life she always wanted. We could've been happy, if only I was there for her when she needed me.

I felt like I was given another chance, a miracle fell upon me, and I needed an explanation, at least.

A/N

Short chapter but an exciting one! I guess they finally met... But what's going to happen now?

Do you ship Natalie and Damon?

xoxo, sb12