Hunted by the past.

Changes.

Harold's POV:

New day. New chances. New life..

What the hell am I mumbling? I shake my head as I head to my company. I owe the Stephan's branch in US. The head office is in Ireland. It's run by my grand parents and some of my cousins. I didn't want to run it, but it was my dad wish, before he died. Like he knew that I was going to live and have a life in US. Rest in peace, dad. Taking the road there feels like ages, I haven't been there since months, and I can see the surprise in my co-workers when they saw me here. I don't know either why I'm here, actually I know, I just don't know why they call me here. As I enter the office, my mother is sitting in my chair, facing the good view of Seattle. 

"Mum! I though you were here for just visit" I ask her as I walk inside the room, she turns the rolling chair and puts her hands on her lap.

"I was, until I knew that you didn't come here lately. What the hell were you thinking? It is about Lady, right?" I look down and she laughs sarcastically. "This girl had put some spell on you. I heard she's in the hospital. Do you spend the day there, watching her dying or what?"

That's it. I have to stop this humiliation. "She's not dying, okay? And yes I spent the days with her in the hospital and I don't see any harm staying there. I do my work from my house and if there any work outside the town, I went too" 

"Tell me the last time you went out of WDC?" I don't remember actually. I tired to avoid the travels out the town to stay close to Lady. 

"You haven't since she starts feeling sick. God, Harold! " She stands in frustration, walks toward me and holds my head in her hands "I haven't raised you to be like that, I raised you to be an independent person.."

"By letting by myself all day in the house, yes I see" And I remove her hands over my face, she's so pissed and I don't care, I understand now why I kept reapeting "New day, New chances" this morning, because I have to make changes, staring not letting any one controlling me and the one who kept controlling me over this 21 years is my mother. "I am 21 now, mother, a married person who loved his wife. I don't care if you don't like her and make me feel guilty by staying by her side in this rought days. If you want to keep a relationship with me, you should respect my choices and I'll be grateful if you do. I love you mother but now it's time for Lady to feel this love. It doesn't mean that I don't love any more, but it just Lady needs me and as her husband, I have to help her get through all of it." I let go a breathe I haven't thought that I was keeping. The frown of her face that I saw ten seconds ago is no where to be found, she rubs her hand over my cheek and smile, before saying "I'm so happy seeing you finally grow up" and left, cricking her heels on the hallway. I fell relieved that I said it to her, she has to know that I have a life now and this is my choice, Lady is my choice. I leave the office heading the hospital, but I have to do seomething before, I have to make changes.

Lady's POV:

My days here become the same, waking up late, having my breakfast, walking around the hospital to have some fresh air, and going back to find Harold waiting for me. I get really bored here and I keep begging Harold to bring me books with him. It's my only escape. I'm so thankful that Harold talked to my boss and asked him that I have to stop my intership because of my sejour here. I didn't want to leave my work because I got this intership after a lot of waiting, but Harold promised me that he will help me to find another one. He also talked to my pofessor to go back to school the next semester, which means that my graduation's date is going to change. As I walk in the back garden of the hospital, the coll air of June is so freshing and worm, the sky is so sunny and I wanted to go out with Harold. I really do, which surprise me a lot. harold is not the kind of guys that took me for long walks in the beach, took dinner in the liddle of the night, under a sky full of stars, the kind of boys that would surprise me with a kiss when I'm making coffee or bring me a flower when he got back from work. I'm fighing with myself just remember him one day without his suit and tie, exept when he wears his sweet pans for sleep. I've never seen him in casual cloths, except his white tee shirt he wore yesterday. He always dress in suits, have the same haircut since our wedding. I don't complain out his haircut, I actually love the blond curls that fall on his forehead and reach his neck. I love the curls, because it reminds me of Cody.