March 2019, Paris , France
She knew this was a mistake. A really big one.
If Tony and Tali would get hurt then it would be her, only her fault. It was a rainy and cold evening somewhere in the 5th arrondissement in the middle of Paris. Not far from where she stayed when she was here the last time. It felt like a million years away.
The last three years she managed to stay away far enough. But was it far enough?
But now she stood here in the rain, deciding if she should take the risk and fulfil her biggest dream. She was just one block away from her daughter, if she observed the windows exactly she could sometimes even see her shadows trough the curtains. Her heart was jumping up and down insanely fast, she was so close to them but also so far away. So so far away.
But what if they were still following her?
If they were following her they were also close to her family. Her family.
The words seemed strange and felt wrong but they were her family and the reason for all this. If it wasn't for them she would probably be living a normal life
( or she would probably be dead)
Three years now since she last spoke to her daughter and five years since she last spoke to Tony.
Tony.
The love of her life, her soulmate, the person she trusted most but never managed to tell him.
She once thought letting him go was the most hurtful thing she ever felt, even worse than losing her family members because he was all he had. He was her family. she now realised she was wrong. Seeing him and Tali , how they went on with their life, trying to forget all the pain they felt, the pain she was responsible for, but not being able to talk to them hurt more than seeing how they slowly started to get over her.
Zivas thoughts went back to how everything started.