JACK'S POV:

I am getting myself a glass of water when I hear a knock on the door.

"Come in," I say knowing that it's probably Wade and true to my expectations the door opens to reveal a confused Wade.

"that was a very good performance.they loved it,"  he says by way of greeting.

I don't bother to reply.

"Actually, someone is here to meet you," Wade says.

"I told her on the phone that she doesn't need to thank me, why is she here again?'', I am annoyed now. I never liked meeting people after a performance because honestly there was always too much going in my head at that time and I could never bring myself to tolerate any human interaction. So in order to keep myself from hurting anyone's emotions, I had requested my company to make sure no one talked to me after I got off stage. Despite the fact that they had thought it very weird, it was okay with them and I had gotten my wish.

"Who are you talking about?" Wade asks even more confused.

"The head of event management society. Why? Who are you talking about?" I ask curiously.

"Oh, that's who she is then. Though she does look awfully young.Funny why she didn't mention that. I will just tell her you are not in the mood of meeting anyone," Wade mumbles while turning back towards the door.

"Wait. Wait. What did the person say exactly?'' I ask quickly.

"Nothing much. She said that she wants to meet you. I told her you probably wouldn't meet her but she insisted," Wade says.

"Did she tell you her name?" I question my heart beating at an unhealthy rhythm.

"Yeah. I almost forgot about that. She said she knew you but that's a bit cryptic because everybody knows you," Wade chuckles.

 The moment the words leave his mouth, I turn around so quickly I am afraid I might have given myself whiplash.

What if ......

the question forms again in my mind but once again I don't let myself think beyond those two words.

"What's her name?'' I inquire quickly. If my heart was beating fast before now it feels like it's going to jump out of my chest.

Wade takes a few seconds to answer my question probably trying to recall her name but those few seconds seem like an eternity to me. The pressure builds up in my chest as I hope for two very opposite things at the same time.

I hope that it's not her

yet

at the same time, I want it to be her.

They say that if you are unable to decide between two things, flip a coin because in that short moment when the coin is air born you will realize what you want.

The same thing happens to me because the few seconds that Wade takes to form the words, I find myself praying with every cell of my being that it is whom I had been running from and chasing at the same time for the last two years.

"Evelyn Jones. I think her name was Evelyn Jones," Wade delivers the word that I was wishing for and the moment I hear her name roll off his lips I feel so light like a weight has been lifted off me like I had been running for a long time and I had finally found a place to rest. As if I had been underwater and I had just broken the surface, taking in all the air I could breathe.

The name embraces my restless heart and lulls it into a state of rest.

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EVELYN'S POV:

I am just about to convince myself that coming here was a big mistake and that I should just leave before anyone noticed when Wade walks out of the cabin.

"Come on in,'' he beckons me inside.

I enter and look around trying to take in my surroundings. I have only walked a few steps when Wade's voice breaks the silence

" I am going to go now. There are a lot of things that I need to do. Go on in, he is waiting for you," I nod and he leaves, closing the door with a soft thud.

I take two steps and that's when he comes into my line of sight. He is fidgeting and I smile knowing that not all of his habits have changed. Looks like he is just as nervous as me.

"Hi Jack," I say and his head shoots up. He stands up abruptly but instead of saying anything he just stands there, like he is frozen or something.

I try to decipher his expressions, try to judge if he is going to ignore me again but one moment he is looking at me like he can't believe I am standing in front of him and the next I feel his hands loop around my waist and pull me closer to him in a warm hug.

JACKSON'S POV:

"Hi, Jack," I hear her say and turn around quickly wanting to see her in the flesh.

She stands there, taller than when I had last seen her and waits for me to say something but I  just look at her, my mind trying to register this new image of Evy.

She has changed so much yet she is still the same.

Her glasses are gone probably replaced by contact lenses but the eyes that peers at me are the same. She has grown taller, her features are more defined yet they still portray the same innocence. Her lips are stretched thin but the shadow of a smile still remains.

and before I can get an idea of what I am doing, my feet are moving towards her and I am pulling her in for a hug.

This hug feels different than all the times I have hugged her before. It feels alien yet welcoming. It feels warm but something more as well. Its probably because I am hugging her after such a long time, I reason with myself.

For a few seconds, her body is stiff but soon she relaxes into the embrace and wound her arms around me.

"I missed you, Jack," she mumbles into my shirt and it breaks my heart to hear her say that, "Or should I call you Jackson? I heard you don't like it when people call you Jack now."

Her remark destroys my already broken heart. It is true that I don't like anyone calling me Jack any more but that's because it reminds me so much of her. Before I was famous only she called me Jack but when I became popular, Jack seemed to be more popular with the people than Jackson. However, I had quickly put an end to that.

I pull away, giving her some space.

''You can call me Jack. I won't accept anything else," she smiles as I say this.

"And I missed you too, Evy." I look into her eyes trying to convey my sincerity.

"You were always a good liar," she chuckles at my response but there is sadness in her eyes.

"Come sit with me," I motion to the sofa wanting to talk to her.

"I am sorry but I can't. My friends are waiting for me. They are probably worried. I should go soon. I just came to say hi," she declines my offer but I am not going to let her go so quickly when I just met her.

"Why don't you invite them?" I suggest

" You really don't need to do that, Jack."

"I insist."

"Well I suppose Jessica would kill if she ever found out that I didn't let her meet you," She says.

"Exactly. so why don't you go and bring them along."

"Okay. I guess," she moves towards the door and I slump down on the sofa.

Five minutes later she returns with a girl and a boy.

"So Jack, This is Jessica and that's Cade and guys this is Jack but you probably know that already," Evy introduces them.

I greet them and on their requests, I sign their T-shirts. Jessica starts asking me questions and Cade soon joins in.

They stay for about half an hour and we talk about what they are studying and which are their favorite songs and when they heard my music for the first time.

"Guys we should go back. It's getting late," Evy says. While Jessica and Cade conversed with me, she preferred to stay silent and listen rather than contributing to our conversation. I notice that she must have told her friends about how she knew me cause they never asked about it.

I glance at my watch to find that it's 11 o clock. Jessica and Cade agree and soon I am seeing them off. As Evy hugs me I say to her" We have to meet again. soon"

She just smiles at me and says, '' We will see."

Jessica and Cade are laughing at something and soon Cade is moving towards Evy.

He loops an arm around her waist and pulls her along.

I feel a sharp pang in my heart as I see them in such close proximity.

And that's when I realize why our hug was different. Because, at least or me, It had not been a friend hugging another friend after a long time. It was the embrace of a person who had craved someone's presence for a long time, who had missed the other person so much that they had felt as if they were missing a part of themselves.

Because somewhere along the length of those two long years, my feelings for Evy had developed into something more. An emotion that made my heart soar with delight and wallows in despair at the same time.