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Emma's Point Of View:

Dublin — Ireland.

"Are you sure that you don't want to accept my offer, princess? I can sell you the grilled cheese and the cocoa for less than half-price and still I promise you a great dinner tomorrow night, what do you think?" the cashier of Philiph's, a small snack bar in front of the school that the most of the students went to lunch, insisted on his failure pickup line and eliminated a little more patience that I no longer had.

But who could I blame? The first day at a new school with total strangers can be a bit stressful.

Or maybe I just needed to stop being so annoyed, so I could make some new friends.

But I definitely wouldn't go out in a "date" with the cashier. Fine, he was young and cute, but I had just done fourteen years and "Raymond"; that was his name according to the tag in his all white uniform; wasn't exactly my type.

I mean, I didn't even know if I had a "boy type".

"No, thank you. Next time, how about?" I answered him as politely as I could and sent him a slight smile to not seem so rude. "And I'll be gladly to pay all the price of my order."

"Do you really have sure? I can give you some cookies or brownies if you wish. On the house." he persisted resting his arms on the counter and leaning towards me.

I rolled my eyes and let out a mild snort.

Damn! I just wanted to be able to eat fast and in peace before having to go back to school.

"I think the lady make clear that she isn't interesting. Then, could you please hand over my girlfriend's request or I'll have to complain about it to your father, Raymond?" a male, husky voice with the typical accent of Ireland, stronger than the others around, bossy spoke behind me till stop by my side and face the other boy with a minimum smile and a challenge look.

I saw Raymond petrify and my eyes widened as my mouth half-opened in confusion.

"No, you don't need, please, I had no idea that she was your new girlfriend, Jones."

And I had no idea about his existence five seconds ago!

"But now you know. So, quick. Take advantage and bring my usual request. And, oh, of course, I'll still want that discount to the milady." he continued without looking at me, just pointed in my direction as he took his wallet in the dark jeans pocket.

That ended up with me finally getting my bread grilled cheese and my cocoa with cinnamon for at least half-price and not being forced to go out with Raymond.

But, in return, every single living soul in that snack bar ended up staring at me while I was looking for a place to sit with that so called Jones insisting to go with me, as if calmly eating a sandwich while following a girl he had never ever seen before was common in his life.

I took a deep breath and turned at once for him, finally having the complete vision of his face.

And, well, I think that I stayed paralyzed for a few seconds before rediscovery my voice to speak, but who wouldn't be static in my place? He was gorgeous! Perhaps the most beautiful boy that I've ever seen, dared myself to say.

"Er, thank you so much Mr Jones for helping me in that weird situation. I think if you had arrived a bit later, I would have punched him in the face. A really nice punch, by the way." I commented in a very sincere tone, biting my lower lip when I realized that I had exalted me a little.

"Killian" was all he said as he stared meticulously at my face with his left eyebrow raised.

"Excuse me?" I inquired twitching both my eyebrows without understanding.

He laughed weakly, shrugging and looking casually sideways.

"You can call me only by Killian, that's my name. I'm just about two years older than you, you don't need to call me sir, besides we're together in almost all the classes, Swan." explained himself, leaving me more perplex.

"Do you know my name?"

"I'm the one who should be surprised that you don't know mine, Emma" he gave me a sideways smile and pointed with his head to the table, saying without words to us sit down before someone take our place.

It was then that I understood why everyone in the snack bar was staring at me in that way.

Jones was popular, he apparently enjoyed it e it was obviously that everybody would like to know why he was walking and talking with the new girl that no-one knew nothing about.

"Either way, I'm thankful for your help" I insisted, starting unwrap my own snack.

"It's my pleasure. But I think that I earned the right to have your company during the lunch time all days, what do you think?" he looked at me whilst sipped a bit of his soda.

His gaze on me seemed too smartass and I could not help but squint and examine him quickly, understanding what was going on.

"You were wanting more than just doing the good action of "helping others", weren't you?" I questioned him, finding certain grace in that.

"Well, my first intention was getting your attention and I think that I've being very successful about it" he confessed naturally as if he did that kind of stuff always.

"Why?"

"I saw you first, Swan. When you passed through the school gates in this morning to be more specific, so it's me who you should have the honour to know" smiled openly laughing me a casual wink.

"Do you think so?" I asked sarcastically.

"No, I'm very sure, because since I saw you, I'm dying to know you and, till now, I didn't have any reason to regret it."

And that's how it all begun. With few, but rights and sincere words, Killian earned my affection and in a short time, I don't know how because our differences in the school's social status, we become best friends, inseparables, with him conquering me increasingly.

I just didn't know at the time that, in the very moment that I saw clearly his deep and bright blue eyes, I was already totally fucked up.

Maybe if I knew, things would have been different, rather different.

Even so I never regretted the choices I made because of him, for him, I just had to learn how to deal with it consequences.

It was missing learn how to finally left the past behind and forget about it.

And that, with no doubts, would be the hardest mission of my whole life.

*Ten years later*

New York —United States.

"It's a quarter to nine p.m." I muttered to myself apprehensive, noting how was late and wondered how much longer I would have to get there before rushing home to see my girls.

Could I arrive before they sleep?

"I can realize that you are bothered with something. Are the hours, right?" Walsh, my current financially good-looking customer, calls my attention in an adorably worried way when he stopped to observe the kitchen's details of the enormous house and saw me looking frantically to the watch on my wrist.

I could not help but laugh dull when I realized how inconvenient I was being.

I had to keep my manners and hide my frustration if I not wanted to lose that sale for nothing in the world.

"It's your impression, sir. I'm fine. We can take another tour around the house if you want" I gave my best smile trying to convince him about my words while let my arms back to hide impatience in my fingers' agitated movements.

The man, that I must admit, was quite charming and gentleman, took a few steps in my direction, handing me a white paper with some writing without divert his browns eyes from mine or decrease the smile on his lips.

"It won't be need, Miss Swan." he started with a friendly tone giving one quicker look around the room. "You can already consider this sale made and also can go home take some rest. I imagine how much you're tired" he said simply in a considerate way, assuring me with a look that my job was done and I could leave.

"But…"

"No buts, even tomorrow I'll talk with my lawyer to look after and provide the paperwork needed" he interrupted me politely "Therefore, it was a pleasure done business with you and I hope to recover you in other circumstances, Emma" took my left hand to shake it cordially, but I could not help but notice that he held it longer than it should.

"Well, thank you and until any day, Walsh" I said goodbye giving him a fake smile and a few disguised steps back before turn all my body and drive myself as fast as I could out of the house without forgetting education.

I didn't took long to get in my car and it was only in the comfort of it that I caught the paper which recently had received, chuckling sarcastically to find Walsh's name, his job and mobile number and even his e-mail address written on it. I rolled my eyes for the scanned black calligraphy before open the glove compartment and throw the paper along with the others that I've received from others single costumers or just costumers searching for a "one-night-stands".

The men in New York definitively could not come across a young and seemingly without compromise realtor that became euphoric to take her to their new houses for very different purposes than the professional meeting.

But none of them had never achieved anything with me and with Walsh would not be different.

With that in mind I accelerated the car and just focused on the road without even turning on the radio, only determined to getting in home safety and as soon as possible.

When I finally arrived in the apartment, that was quite large for three people, I was not surprised in only find a note from Granny on the table instead of the elderly in person. Nor could I be angry with her for leaving before I reached, she had no fault of my delay and it was after nine o'clock at night already.

I took my bag and my red leather jacket out, leaving both on the couch while hurry to take the high heels out, taking a deep breath to feel my feet thanks for being out of them.

The hallway that separated the living room to the last bedroom was relatively long, with the silence and the darkness predominating, the only things I could hear was my steps and a little anxious beats of my heart, until I open the door with the wording in pink "Girl's castle" and drop all the air through the mouth at once to reassure me with the soft and calm sound of their breaths.

I entered in the room as quieter as I could and opened a simple smile when I distinguish the differences in both sides of the place lit only by the bright light of the lamp that was at the centre.

The walls closest to the door were all painted dark purple while the others earned some prominence with the fluorescent pink. Whilst the side which could read the name "Hayley" written in black on the headboard had a lot of uncommon accessories like aliens toys, super-hero toys and even pirate ships, the other side with the name "Hazel" written in white on the headboard was filled by dolls of all sizes and types, colourful ponies and even toy crowns.

I would never understand how two children so identical could be so unlike at same time and so perfect.

Hayley had a long and curly hair with the same colour as mine, light skin with freckles scattered across her nose and cheeks and big and frisky green eyes. She was the most outgoing and stubborn between both with flexible eyebrows that used to drive me crazy.

Hazel, even with similar traits, had, contrary to her sister, long and straight hair reddish brown, light skin but less freckles and big and sweet sea-blue eyes. She was a little princess, the most kind and caring between both with the biggest and bright smile, but also a big baby.

I controlled my weak laugh of admiration as I approaching a little of each, just to give them a good-night kiss and save again the image of their angelical little faces, so it could be the last thing in my mind before I fell asleep.

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"Mon, why do you always do first everything that Hazzy asks?" Hayley, the blonde one, complained once sat at the kitchen counter, saw her sister eating pancakes with strawberries and didn't found her own request.

I rolled my eyes for her typical unnecessary hassle and continued putting the pieces of waffles together with toothpicks as best as I could to create a distorted image of a ship.

I grimaced at my artwork failure while pouring a bit of honey on it, soon putting the waffle's ship in front of Hayley who opened a starved huge smile of satisfaction.

"If it were up to me I would do the breakfast of both of you at the same time, but you always ask the hardest, Hally" I defended myself and sat down in front of both, stealing a pancake in a heart shape from Hazel's plate, frowning to notice that she was too quiet and had barely touched in the strawberries.

"That's ok mom, your waffles are good in any shape" Hally smiled at me quick before trying to chew a piece of mass bigger than her own mouth.

"Hazzy, what's wrong, my beautiful? Why are you with this sad face? The hearts got very crooked this time?" I concerned taking my daughter's hand and staring at her until her big blue eyes returned sorrowful to me.

"The breakfast is pretty good, mommy" the little one sighed launching me a weak smile.

"So what happened?"

"Nothing, it's alright."

"Hazel…" I insisted knowing that was lie.

"Today is the day which every father go to the school to talk about their jobs and Hazzy is sad because we have no daddy to go" Hayley decided to tell me when she realized her sister wouldn't do it and it sparked a discussion between them.

And a terrible squeeze inside my chest.

"It wasn't for you to say anything, Hayley!"

"But you were making mommy be worried!"

"And you know she gets mad at us if we talk about that."

"Enough! The two of you!" I shouted a bit louder than I should after being paralyzed for a while, watching the little girls almost fight over a subject that was practically forbidden in that house.

In a nervous movement I passed hand in hair throwing some strands back.

It had been months since the last time they had questioned me about the man that helped me put them in the world, but it was still hard for me to talk about it.

Why they couldn't just forget they had a father somewhere in the world?

"Are you angry, mommy?" Hazel asked with a low and reluctant voice.

"No, mommy isn't angry and nor would be because of that, ok?" I reassured them, holding one hand of each and smiling closed "I just don't want to see you girls sad for something not worth it".

Both nodded at the same time and, even lost in their own thoughts, resumed to eat again.

I bit uncomfortable my bottom lip as fell that tightness in my chest only increase, suffocating me with guilt, regret, anger, disgust… Terrible memories of the past that would terrify me forever.

"All right" I sighed raising me up "Let's go before we arrive late at school, ok?"

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After leaving them at school, instead of going straight to the real state try to get a new customer, I decided to go downtown, to go to my favourite bookstore to not only buy a new book that I was already searching from weeks, but also to clear my head, try to take the painful guilt off my shoulders.

Every single time the subject on the paternal side of the girls came to the fore the phrase "why dad don't like us, mommy?" returned to my mind and stood there until almost drive me crazy, making me revive the day when Hazel e Hayley woke up together in the middle of the night and went frightened to my bed, wanting to know why all the others kids had both parents while they had just the mother.

They had just done four years in that time and all that could think was what they had done wrong, that weren't good enough and wherefore their father who was supposed to be in their lives nor even wanted to know them.

That broke my heart so hard that I passed the rest of the night crying in silence as both of them seemed to sleep peaceful by my side.

And it was in the next day that I told the first and the worst lie of all to my own daughters.

To calm and rid them from the innocent guilt that should not exist, I told that their father was a very mean guy and didn't want to have any responsibility, that he had ran away when discovered I was pregnant not just because he was afraid of child, as also to think he was so mean that he could never being a father. And still I finalized affirming that it was the best decision he could ever done, because the three of us were better without him.

But how he could run away from something he didn't even have idea that existed?

Yes, Hazel and Hayley didn't know who he was and he didn't even know that was a father.

And, if it were up to me, it would continue that way till one of us has died.

"Hurry, on this side! I'm sure I saw him getting in here!" I scared me a little with two euphoric girls who ran past me, almost dropping some books from the shelf.

I frowned without understanding why someone would be in such a hurry inside a bookstore and shrugged turning to search carefully the book that I wanted so much. Some other works caught my attention and I was flipping through them quietly while humming low a soft melody that filled the serene environment.

"Oh my God! It's really him!"

"I don't believe it!"

"I think I'll pass out…"

"How could we have so lucky?"

More three girls appeared flustered, talking louder than recommended for a public place and seemed being close to have some kind of attack because of their super wide eyes and strange shaking.

"Where is he? Where did you see him?"

"He's in the CDs' section talking with a seller. He already know he was recognized, so we have to be quick before the security guards appear out of nowhere and don't let us touch him!" said the taller one with a leader tone as if they were planning something really important for the humanity sake.

Even not having a choice about listening them or not, I started to get curious and ran my eyes over the place trying to understand what was happening.

Tom Cruise was in New York to record the new Mission Impossible? I thought sarcastically while noting that teenagers arrived all the time, of both sexes, increasingly crowding the store.

From where they all came and how arrived so quickly? It was a morning Thursday, should not they all be at school?

"These youth of today…" an old lady passed me indignant after practically being expelled from CD's area by the crowd that had formed there.

Soon the bookstore's staff was trying to reduce the noise and control the situation. And I, as others costumers that didn't understand what was happening, caught myself approaching me curious, passing discreetly by some girls who were asking a boy to keep breathing.

Ok, people really know how to exaggerate.

"Hey, girl, could you please tell me what is going on here?" I handled as gently as I could a redhead's arm that faced me like I had three heads before open a big smile.

"It's KJ! The Double Mission's vocalist, the best band ever in the world. He's here in New York for the first time!" she said so quick that I would not have understood if I had not been paying due attention.

"KJ?" I twisted my nose. The new singers had no more creativity to their artistic names?

"YES! He's such handsome!" a brown and short one joined the conversation with a dreamy gaze.

"Talented, funny…"

"Fucking hot and… oh my God! He's coming in our direction!"

At that moment the screaming increased and I regretted having gotten in the middle of them, so I started to walk to the opposite side until I get to the cashier in safety and pay for the three books I had caught.

"No, no-one knew he would show up here, it was a surprise" the cashier who answered me replied his workmate's question.

"I didn't know that famous people are still able of walk normally the streets" I continued hearing their conversation while I was looking for the wallet in my purse, till I feel someone stop behind me and a sudden silence fill the place.

"Hi, excuse me and sorry, but could you take a picture of all of us so I can prove to my bandmate asshole that I entered and managed to get out alive of a public place?"

I quickly lifted my face in an automatic reflex and came cross with a smiley mouth surrounded by a reddish beard inches from me. Instinctively I took some steps to the side, soothing myself when I realized he was talking with the cashier.

Five seconds were enough for me to see his entire face and recognizing him.

Then I literally fell backwards after colliding with a shelf full of plush animals and, as if that was not enough already my situation and stunning, all the store attention turned to me.

"Are you ok?" a little girl approached me with worry and curiosity, making my cheeks burn and my legs act rapidly to put me standing again.

"Yes, I'm. I just…" slipped. I gulped the word when I felt all the oxygen get stuck in my lungs after my heart had completely stopped working.

Blue.

It was all that I could see, all that I could think while both famous' big eyes staring at me intensely and laden with doubt.

Two eyes of the clearest ocean colour;

The same eyes of Hazel;

The same eyes of my daughters' father;

The enigmatic eyes of "KJ";

Killian Jones.

When I finally realized what happened and that I was in danger of being recognized, I did the first thing that seemed right and ran out of the store to make sure that anyone over there could see me, that he couldn't see me.

I prayed mentally for me had not seemed so crazy and continued my way with something stuck in my throat, warm and noise breathing and sweating hands.

As much as I knew that he would not come after me, that maybe he nor remembered of my existence, I still feared the opposite and wished that the passage of his band was as short as possible.

But… Double Mission? Why I had the impression I've already heard this name before?

"Emma?!"

My legs stagnated and my mouth dried when a hand held firmly my arm and all that I could do was freeze from head to toe.

That couldn't be happening!

How he thought he had the right to just now come after me after all these years?

No, he had not the right. Not after all the suffering he put me through.

*So, what did you think? I know that perhaps it was a bit confused, but everything will be explained along the story, I promise!

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