"Love that we cannot have is the love that lasts the longest, hurts the deepest, and feels the strongest."

-Anonymous

Eva's POV

"Daniel, what on earth are you thinking!?" I ask throwing the towel down on the counter.

"I'm thinking--" he pauses for a second. "That it will be good for Tatiana, she needs a man like Paul. Not Michael." Daniel looks down lowering his voice as he looks through the newspaper. "If you even want to call him a man.." he mutters.

I quickly shoot him a look.

"Don't you dare speak about him like that.." I shake my head, as he looks up at me with a cocked eyebrow.

"Eva..." he puts his paper down. "After the way he completley used our daughter--" his jaw tightens slowly. "I wouldn't call him a man, he's lucky I can even call him a human being."

"But she loves him..." I start to say.

"She can't even remember him, Eva!"

"Daniel, she doesn't remember Paul either! You can't just change her memories, and emotions like she's some...some machine!"

"I'm not talking about this to you, Eva." he mutters angrily. I open the silverware drawer angrily as I slam silverware in.

“He needs to come to California…”  I say slamming it closed.

“No, he doesn’t.” Daniel chuckles sarcastically. “He won’t stop that tour for his life.”

I shake my head. “Listen, Daniel.” I say sternly. “I know Michael loves her. He told me this one morning  recently, and from when we first met him. If he told you he loved her, would you believe him?”

“No.” he answers swiftly. “Actions speak louder than words, and his actions have spoken.” he says getting up grabbing his car keys angrily.

"Where are you going?" I ask. He doesn't answer as he walks out the house slamming the door shut.

 Michael's POV

*Weeks later*

“Big news for three time winning Grammy artist, Tatiana Thumbtzen!” The reporter announced, making mel look up from his notebook and up at the TV screen as I sat up against the headboard of of my bed.

“After being in a coma and staying in a hospital for a little over two months, she has officially been discharged this morning.” They showed the footage of her walking out of the hospital holding hands with--Paul?

I clench my jaw scooting to the end of the bed listening.

"She was escorted out of UCLA medical center, with her new fiancee Paul Walker!"

I furrow my eyebrows watching Tatiana hold Paul's hand tightly as a swarm of paparazzi crowd us, and people with posters screaming her name.

"HOW ARE YOU FEELING TATIANA?"

"ARE YOU GOING TO PERFORM SOON?"

"WHEN IS THE WEDDING?!'

"ARE YOU ENGAGED TO PAUL?"

 "WHAT ABOUT MICHAEL?"

 Tatiana turns around hearing that question, wearing her usual Chanel glasses.

 "Who?" she asks confused. Paul grabs her quickly rushing her in the car fast. I stare at the television in a daze, and looks down fiddling with my fingers.

 She hates me so much she pretends she doesn't know me. I swallow hard getting up as I pace around the room getting lost in my thoughts.

 "Michael?"

 I jump turning around seeing Greg, Ricky, and Sheryl.

 "I didn't even see you guys come in..." I mutter looking down. Sheryl crosses her arms looking up at Greg. He raises and eyebrow slowly and stares over at me as I quickly look away.

 "What is it?"

 "Michael, man...." Greg leans against the wall casually putting his hands in his pocket.

 "What?" I stare at him.

"Have you been eating?" he asks slowly. I shrug and looks away.

 "What's that supposed to mean?" he asks. I shrug again.

Sheryl looks around the room seeing papers all over the floor and bed. She walks over to it picking one up. All letters for Tatiana....

"Bro, listen..I know, you miss Tati and all--we all do." Ricky looks over at Greg who nods slowly. "But you can't keep-- being...a zombie."

 "I'm stopping that engagement." I say suddenly. The room gets dead silent.

 "Your what?" Greg stares at me.

 "I'm stopping that engagement. She's not marrying him....she's going to marry me."  

"How are you going to--"

"I'm not sure yet..." I shake my head licking my bottom lip slowly going into deep thought. "But I'm going to make things right."

Tatiana's POV

"Paul?" I blink my eyes sitting back in the seat, as I feel him look over at me.

"Who's that?" I ask looking over at him. He clears his throat nervously shifting in his seat.

"Who's who?" he asks hoarsely.

"T-they asked me a question...What about--..." I furrow my eyebrows trying to think of the name.

Memory loss isn't a joke.

"They probably asked about Winnie..." he looks out the window quickly. I nod slowly looking down at my hands. Actually at the large diamond on my finger. I turn it slightly watching it hit the light just so, as rainbows spill in my lap.

I hear a chuckle as I look over at Paul smiling shyly.

"What?" I smile.

"You keep staring at your ring." he nods to my hand.

"Its beautiful..." I start laughing. "It even makes rainbows..."

He rolls his eyes and gives a small laugh, as he looks down.

"What's the matter?"

He looks over at me and waves me off giving a chuckle.

"Nothing, just thinking about everything I have to do..." he smiles.

I nod slowly looking out the window, getting lost in my thoughts.

*flashback*

"Tatiana, have you thought about us?" he asks softly looking straight ahead.

*End of flashback*

I blink my eyes a couple of times furrowing my eyebrows in confusion. That voice....that soft, soothing, sweet and gentle voice sounds--I shake my head slightly looking out the window. Now I'm making up voices in my head.

 Great. I really must be losing my mind. I start humming softly to myself.

"Each time the wind blows..." I sing softly to myself. Paul quickly turns his head staring at me his face going pale.

"W-what?" he says nervously. I frown a little.

"Nothing just singing to myself..." I say softly looking out the window.

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I know this is kind of an awkward moment on ending the chapter here, but I'm kinda going through a little case of writers block. Hope you enjoyed reading and stay tuned! <3

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