Chapter 1:
The pressure rises at the airport; he felt his heartbeats speed up, closer he came. He was eager to see her, to see them. When he gets on the plane, it was as if time has stopped. An odd feeling of confidence was taking over him. And another feeling came along: happiness. Happiness to see again the people he loves the most. Happiness to see his child, to see her, the one and only woman he ever loved, the one that never could be replace, the who made him complete and that made his heart beats.
Time passed, and without even noticing, the plane has landed, and here he was, in Paris. At that moment, all the confidence and happiness that filled his heart changed into fear. Fear of rejection, fear that nothing is going to be like before. Fear that the feelings which were shared before would not be anymore and would become a new rejection, harder than the previous, when he stood there, in front of her, opening his heart to her, saying out loud what he felt, in the middle of the airport, in front of everybody, and just had, in return an unfortunate rejection from the love of his life.
He could still see her, telling him that she had to leave, turning back to him and taking the gate 21 A. The saddest day of his life, the day of his depression, the day he lost the woman of his life and his daughter. Then followed (his depression of course), his therapy, the departure of one of his best friend to L-A, and then a more and more violent depression. He was all alone, now, the one that in 10 years has always lived around his friends and family. Now, all of this was gone.
Yes, he thought to suicide, he tried to commit it, but even that, he didn't manage to do it. He was stuck to live a miserable life, devoid of love and happiness. Of course he had his sister, but he saw her, her and Chandler, really few times, because they lived in Westchester. And then, a routine settled in his life. A miserable life, without love, without passion, without anybody. The loneliness was written all over him, in him, as the destiny decided this.
But today, there he was, in Paris, walking down the street. He went to buy lilies, her favorite flowers. Going out of his hotel, he was wearing a grey dress pants, a white shirt and a grey jacket to complete it all. He walked until he faced the building in front of him. He entered, took the stairs to the third floor. He stopped right in front of the door 5C. He rang. The door opened.
To be continued…