P.O.V. Ava:

Ana let go of Alex.
„What are you doing here?" Before Alex could answer she asked another question with hopeful eyes. „Did you know I was here?"
„No, I didn't." Her face showed every emotion. It was remarkable. Ana looked disappointed. Alex seemed nervous. Him standing opposite to this woman, there was something handsomely boyish about him. Something in his eyes was glistening. He always called me sunshine, probably because I was a light to his dark. I wonder what he called her. There was a nickname, I was sure, Alex loved nicknames. Maybe he called her sweetheart, because she is so sweet. Or maybe he called her gorgeous, because come on look at her. Or maybe he called her baby or babe. „Actually I wanted to see how this place turned out." He walked around like he earned the place but stopped the moment he saw a piano in the room with a picture on it. He took the picture and his eyes glistened with tears. Why can he show her every emotion willingly while I always had to drag them out from him?
„I hope it's okay, that it's here. First I wanted to hang it on the wall opposite to the entrance but I thought it belonged to the piano." Ana bit her lip nervously.
„You have every right to put her picture wherever you want. She loved you like her own." Alex swallowed and then put the picture down again.
„When was the last time you looked at her picture?" Ana put her hand on Alex's shoulder.
„Years. And before you ask it's also been years since I have looked at any photos from before six years ago."
„Maybe that is the problem. You are trying to forget what you shouldn't forget. You will never forget the bad memories so you have to always remember the good times, Alex because only then you can be fully yourself." Even she knows that he hadn't been himself. Only I didn't know. Again my heart squeezed in pain. Why did everyone know my future husband better than me? „And I have to tell you something. Do you have a little bit time for me?" Please say no . Alex, come on. Say no. I don't think he will say no. I know, but I need him to. So what if he will say yes, he would never cheat. I know.
„What is it?"

P.O.V. Alex:

I immediately know that something is wrong as guilt places over Anas face.
„I'll tell you over a cup of coffee?" I shouldn't. I really shouldn't. Ava doesn't even know about Ana. If I talk to Ana over a cup of coffee, I have to tell Ava afterwards about it. Then she will ask who Ana is and I will have to tell her everything. And I really don't want to do that because I won't have the answer to every question she might ask. My hand drives through my hair. I can't decide. „Or wait." Ana turns around and walk the stairs up. My gaze follows her. My heart pumps my blood harder. Fuck. Why? This shouldn't happen. Pictures of us appear in my thoughts. I can not do this right now. Not right now. I have to get married to Ava in a couple of days. I can't do this to her. I love Ava. I adore her. I would burn down the world for Ava. But you would burn yourself for Ana. Shut up. I turn back to the picture of my mother. Of course Ana had her picture hanging in her studio. It wouldn't surprise me if her whole apartment was filled of pictures from my parents. She always loved them like her own parents and they loved her like a second daughter. Ana was only a year older than Nina. They were friends too. The four of us spend a lot of time together before everything went down hill. But the true trio has always been me, Raoul and Ana. Nina didn't like dancing, god knows why. So the three of us naturally hung out more, partly because we had to. Ana comes down and joins me at looking at my beautiful mother with her hazel eyes and black hair. I didn't look anything like my mother. I was a hundred percent my fathers child. It was scary how we looked alike. „She was so beautiful."

„Inside and out." I turned to face Ana again. Her eyes were glassy. I knew she wasn't actually sad at the moment. She just adored my mother and loved looking at her pictures, watch videos of her dancing. It was not the look of sadness. It was the look of love. There was a time when Ana looked at me similar. Sometimes when we were alone she just looked at me. She wasn't really staring. She just looked at me with those eyes that could turn my cheeks pink and make my heart beat so fast it was as if it tried to jump out from my chest into hers. She also always smiled while doing that. I never said anything. I never had to. It was always clear why she was staring or looking. Ana was such a hard-loving woman and so understanding, it wasn't healthy anymore. She knew everything. She knew things Raoul didn't know. Yes, Raoul also knew things no one else did. But what they both knew were different things. Now I stand in front of her looking at her hazelnut colored wavy hair and her grey eyes and wished I would have had said yes to a cup of coffee. There was no harm in that, right? That's when I noticed a white envelope in her hands that had a couple of stickers on it. One butterfly, one heart and one star. „What's in that envelope?" Ana turned back to me a little confused. Then she looked at her hand and saw the envelope. Looks like someone went back in time for some memories. This made me smile immediately, typical Ana. 

„This is for you. Read the letter. I'm sure you will have some questions and will want to talk. Call me, when you are ready. And please don't take it the wrong way." I nodded. What could this letter be about? Was it the letter my mother wrote her? I always wondered what my mom had written her. I walked slowly to the exit. But wait and I turned around.

„I don't have your phone number." Who would have thought I'd ever say this to Ana.

„It is my old number." That's utterly confusing.

„You changed it." Her eyes met the floor when she said the next thing in the sweetest, guiltiest and most innocent voice.

„I changed it back. Until later, Alex" Ana kissed my cheek as I was about to continue my path to the door. The cool wind slammed in my face. When had she changed her number back? It must be less than three years. It must be after I took off for London. Why had she changed it back? My cheek burned and the letter in my hand burned. Fuck. Worst timing ever.