Alec's POV

I stepped on the brakes, the car screeching to a halt. This was LA and people would do horrendous things to get noticed.

Horrendous things like filming an old woman who just collapsed on the floor instead of showing concern or calling an ambulance. Stupid wannabe journalists!

Angrily opening the car door, I got out of my car and slammed it shut. "There's nothing to see here, move along!" I yelled as I used my hands to shoo the onlookers away.

Pesky little flies! As usual they scattered like I was the plague. They didn't call me the beast for nothing.

   Rushing around my car, I turned to face the scene. My heart stopped. I didn't understand what was going on, even my brain couldn't process it. Nothing in this world could have prepared me for this day..no matter how hard I tried.

I expected so many emotions; anger yet I couldn't even muster up just a little of it. I was in shock. When Mille had texted me telling me that Aunt Cece had fainted, I'd rushed here ready to get her to the nearest hospital.

She was the only family I had...for now that is. Two people had been accounted for. But I didn't expect to see the third person.

The woman who has haunted my dreams for nine years, the woman I once loved with everything in me. Nine fucking years.

I had so many questions. I wanted to know why she left. But she stood there, her tear stained face had red blotches on her cheeks. She looked shocked to see me.

I had missed her. It was like at first I was just alive, but seeing her...I can breathe. The scent of strawberries wafted through my nose...I could literally tase it... taste her.

      From her long black hair, to her mesmerizing green eyes... everything...i had missed her. She looked like her but something had changed. There was something wrong with her.. something different. Her eyes were cold, the light in them dim. What happened to her?

    "I hate to break the staring competition but we need to get Cece home." Millie warned sternly, breaking me out of whatever trance I was in.

Reluctantly I drew my eyes from her, my hands trembling lightly at the fear that this was just a dream...that she wasn't really here.

But she was. She was here. She wasn't just a figment of my imagination. As angelic as she was, she was also my demon.

After putting Cece in the car, Millie got in the back and Jessa timidly sat in the front with me. The car ride back to Cece's house was silent and uncomfortable.

   There was this tension between us, even she could feel it. I couldn't stop looking at her, sneaking glances. She was uncomfortable. I could tell from the way she clutched her fingers together an the way her feet wouldn't stop tapping.

I watched her as she stared out the window wondering what was going on in her mind. What was she thinking about? The silence becoming suffocating, forced me to turn the radio on.

"Lovers in the night,

Poets trying to write.

We don't know how to ryhme

But damn we try.

All I really know,

You're where I wanna go.

The part of me that's you

Will never die.

So when I'm all choked up

But I can't find the words.

Everytime we say goodbye

Baby it hurts.

When the sun goes down,

And the band won't play.

I'll always remember

Us this way."

Lady Gaga's Always Remember Us This Way came crooning through the speakers. Trying to fill the silence turned out to be a horrible idea. The lyrics told our story. Instead of helping, all the song did was increase the awkarkadness to a 1000°.

"Jessa, why didn't you tell me you were coming today? We could've planned a proper-"

"I didn't know I was coming today. Something came up." She replied, cutting Millie off. That voice....it's been nine long years since I heard that voice.

Hearing it was like listening to a soft, melodious harmony. She clutched her bag tighter to her as if hugging it for comfort.

       It physically hurt to see her, feel her right next to me and to not be able to hold her, to kiss her, to love her. But this is all her fault. We had a good thing going and she ruined it.

She left! And she didn't even tell me why!
She gave up on the love we shared, the love we had for each other or at least the love I had for her.

       So many dreams shattered on that fateful day. She didn't even say goodbye.... Why did she leave? She couldn't even look at me.

I speed up trying to get to the house faster. I was tired. I'd told myself that I didn't love her anymore, that I'd find someone else.

   In nine years all I did was fuck different women, women who looked like her. It became some strange fetish. We'd never even made love. I wanted to wait until our wedding night..how naive and stupid I was back then. I had all these plans only for her to just up and leave.

  Turning left, I drove across the one way driveway to the house and parked right in front of it. Cece's house was simple. Shiny and healthy looking well trimmed lawn, a single house painted a beige colour with chipped paint and a large backyard with roses.

    I'd planted them myself. It was my gift to her for her sixtieth birthday and they'd grown splendidly. "Alright, let's get her inside and makes sure she's alright. She needs time to process this. To avoid overwhelming her again, Jessa, stay out of sight. "

Millie warned sternly, glaring at Jessa. I wanted to protect her, an instinct buried in me hates to see her feel so torn and guilty.

It took every fiber of strength in my being to prevent me from carrying her in my arms and hugging her till every one of her demons died. Corny right? That's what she does to me.

   She turns a twenty nine year old assassin into a high school boy trying to woo his crush. Pathetic!

Putting my poker face on, I got out of the car to carry Cece to her room. Right now I didn't wanted to focus on Jessa and my mixed up feelings. Cece was my topmost priority.

     This not being the first time she had fainted, Millie and I went through our normal routine: up the stairs, into the living room, up the stairs, Cece's room.

After putting her gently on the bed, Nurse Millie began her fussing. I looked around at the modifications I'd had done to the room.

Half of the room had been turned into a mini state-of-the-art hospital. Every machine and medicine she'd ever need and the best nurse ever. I'd never tell Millie I thought she was the best though. She'd never let me hear the end of it.

    The other half was a reminder of our past. Pictures of her family, me as a young boy, drawings, pictures of Jessa and I...a reminder of our past, Jessa's, mine.... Everything used to be so good back then. It wasn't perfect, no it definitely wasn't. But it was good.

"Her vitals are good. She just went into shock. She'll wake up in a few." Millie said taking off her glasses and putting the file she was holding on the bedside table next to the medicine cart.

She had a mischievous look in her eyes as she crossed her arms under her breasts and stared right at me.

   Millie was an attractive woman. She had black hair that was always in a bun so tight that it hurt to look at it, she was short, with very pale skin and freckles on her face. Her pale pink lips complimented her small eyes framed by her short lashes. She had small breasts and a round butt.

   She wore a ring in her ring finger but would never tell you why. I knew literally nothing about her. I have a file on her yet I never really bothered to check what was in it. I broke out of my reverie to find her giving me a smug look.

"Okayy.." I dragged the y out as I walked to sit on the chair next to Cece's bed. Ignoring Millie, I grabbed Cece's hands, the soft hands that have loved me for so long... they'd grown old now, wrinkles on her soft tender skin, her veins showing.

I placed a gentle kiss on her hand before putting it back at her side.

      I would do anything for this woman. "You can't pretend she's not here. She's downstairs, a few feet away actually." Millie said pointedly.

And there's the Millie we all love. Note the sarcasm. She just won't shut up. She looks like the type who would poke a bee's nest immediately after she was told not to.

"I know she's downstairs. So? What do you want me to do?" I asked her. "Go talk to her. You've been in the dark for nine years...wondering what had really happened and now the chance comes for you to find out yet you stay here like a coward." she rushed out. I got angry when she said that last word.

     My boss was a coward, my parents were cowards and I wanted to be nothing like them. "I'm not a coward. Don't call me that. Don't ever call me that." I said angrily at the comparison as I stormed out the door, fighting the urge to bang the door. I didn't want to disturb Cece.

   I wasn't only angry at the fact that she called me a coward. I was angry because she was right and I hated it. I spent nine years dreaming, crying, killing my soul a little each day and now she's here. I don't know what to say or do or how to react.

Jessa was right downstairs..mi vida..the love of my life. Had it been nine years ago I would've run downstairs and held her in my arms till she calmed down. But this is different... she's no longer the girl I loved.
{Mi vida=my life}

She was a woman now...a stranger..a shell of something familiar. Walking down the stairs I thought of what I'd do, what I'd say yet my mind kept drawing a blank.

It was like my brain had shut down. I stepped into the living room, the minute I saw her I froze, my heart fluttered...her scent wafted to my nose, stirring something deep in me.

Damn it!

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