The Interview

Anymore

Patrick's POV

I was looking at the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Her face was gorgeous, her hair, her eyes. I tried to inhale but my whole body decided to not cooperate with me.

I opened my mouth once again hoping I would succed now. I made one more step towards her and now she was not even one metre away from me. I could feel her parfume, the perfect scent of her hair. We were breathing the same air filled with love and pain, the air that was damped with unseen tears from both of us as we remembered all the years that ran away like the water in the river, all the pain that was behing my leaving the show, all the sorrow that replaced the love between us, the unsaid words that would have changed everything.

I looked at her and raised my hand to caress her cheek, to put away some strands of her hair but I stopped in the half of the move as I remembered where we were standing. This wasn't a pleasant rendez-vous, this was the battlefield.

"Ellen..." I tried to get her attention as I could see the confusion and fear in her eyes. I knew her so well it scared me. "I'm glad you came." That's all, Dempsey?! I virtually slapped myself and bit my lip. However, I could see a little smirk forming on her lips and I couldn't help but smiled.

"You've never been good at this, right." Ellen said as she was staring right into my eyes and I couldn't think of anything else than her soft lips and how much I wanted to kiss them.

To my surprise, she looked down at the ground and leaned closer to me. I didn't know what to do so I instinctively softly put my hands on her arms and just held her. I could hear she let out a deep sigh and I started to lose control. The love of my life was standing in front of me, finally, after almost 6 years and I felt I just couldn't let her go. Not now, not again. I buried my face in her hair and exhaled hardly as I felt the unbearable tension between us. I could feel her trembling. I wanted to pull her closer to me that it was impossible for two human beings to be this close but I just couldn't help myself.

"I missed you." I half whispered into her hair and closed my eyes. I had her hair in my mouth as I was breathing but I didn't care. I wanted her. I wanted every piece of her body on me, to feel every inch of her skin on my fingers.

"Patrick..." She whispered into my shoulder and she pulled away from me. I wanted to stop her but she was faster. As always. "I can't do this.... I-I'm married, you're married.... and... fuck..." I saw her fumbling for words, throwing her hands into the air. I grabbed her hands into mine and tried to calm her down.

"Ellen... it's okay. We're fine, we're gonna be good." I said and looked into her eyes filled with horror and fear.

"I'm scared... The things that happened between us, Patrick... it's not like we can forget it. It will always be there, always between us..." She fell silent for a second trying to form her words correctly and I was studying her face. "It will always remind us we could have it all. And I can't... I just can't do this. I thought I was ready, I thought my love for you was enough, but I was just fooling myself." She stepped away from me as to protect herself. I understood, I was naive when I thought this would be enough to persuade her we have a chance.

"I was doing good, everything was fine. And then you gave that stupind interview that turned our lives upside down. I'm getting divorce because of it. Because of you, Patrick." She looked at me, her eyes full of tears. And that was the moment I realized I don't want to hurt this fragile woman anymore...