Welcome to my story. This idea has been bugging my head and I swear, I even get too emotional just thinking about it. This story will have a then and now method. No HEA guaranteed. But one thing is for sure, there is no BDSM.

~CGxAS~

CHAPTER 1

"That's what surgeons do. They cut you open until your heart splits in two."

As soon as Christian fatedly found Ana's newly published poetry book, he immediately hopped on a plane to New York City. With the book right in his hand, his heartbeat synced to the rhythm of his anxiety as he took the seat beside a snoring passenger.

When the plane finally took off, he couldn't stop fidgeting. At the age of thirty-seven, he thought that nothing could make him feel nervous anymore. After all, his mother had been dead for two years. Of course, that's not good news, but at least nobody made him feel anxious any longer.

Nearing his forties, Christian lives a routine life. He wakes up and goes to work every two days. He is a well-known surgeon in California and it took up too much of his time. Women were always there to get him. They were always throwing themselves at him, but this is what Christian knew: they love him as a surgeon but never as the real him.

Christian is a successful doctor living in a modern home right by the beach side of Malibu. He has graced the covers of magazines and his photos in his lab coat would go viral with women and gay tweeting with '#DoctorDaddy', '#MDF*ckMePlease', and '#HelpMeGetSick'.

He didn't like any of that.

If he weren't a doctor, he would surely be a celebrity. He had the face that all the Hollywood women would fall in love with. Those grey eyes reminded everyone of the storm that could wreck the strongest of ships. His chiseled body was the evidence of his persistence and endurance in physical workouts. Overall, he looked like a Greek God in the flesh.

From the outside, he seemed like a workaholic whose eyes intimidate. Christian is that doctor who you will always love to have a checkup with. Rich or poor, he didn't care. As long as they are patients, then he's more than willing to assist.

The good man he is now would not be possible if it weren't for her.

Now after ten long years he's finally found her. And once he reaches her he will never let her go.

While the plane traveled to the place his heart is destined to, Christian opened the book once more and read every word the poet wrote.

Surgeons

The lights all focus on his hands and how he puts on those dirty white gloves.

How could I mistake his actions for love?

That anesthetic kiss we shared in the middle of the night,

That morphine touch when I needed the light,

That hallucinogen in my veins when I thought it was love at first sight,

I lost to him, I lost the fight.

He didn't say anything after I said, "I love you"

The end of me and him? It happened out of the blue

But I guess that's what surgeons do:

They cut you open until your heart splits in two

~Ana Steele

"Oh my! Are you a fan of Ana Steele too? Isn't she just a beautiful poet?" Christian sat right between the sleeping passenger and the teenager wearing pink. That girly teen is totally a fan of Ana.

"She is beautiful," Christian breathed.

"I was like wow! I read all of her poems in that book and boy! Everything just seemed so emotional! Well, what are you reading?" She snatched the book right out of Christian's hands and her face got sad as soon as she saw the page.

"You've read it before?"

"Surgeons? Yup. I hope to beat this dude's ass in real life. He really hurt our dear Ana."

With that, Christian just sighed. He hurt her and there's nothing he can do to undo that.

~CGxAS~

The plane finally landed in New York after approximately five hours. Christian took his phone off from airplane mode and so many text messages and missed calls have bombarded. They were all extremely angry at him for having a two week leave in an impulse.

"We have a matter of life and death situation here. You better come back," one of his fellow doctors said in the voice message.

Christian just ignored all of them, He has been dead enough for years to know that chasing Ana in New York is a matter of life and death situation.

With one search in Google, Christian instantly knew where Ana was. She was in a bookstore for a public book signing event. Carrying the poetry book with him and without any luggage, he ran and took the cab to that bookstore.

Finally, finally, he knows where she is now.

When he has finally reached the bookstore, his worst fear was brought to life. A sea of fans is there eager to have their copies signed. Christian rummaged his way to where the security team were struggling to keep the crowd control.

"Please let me in. I just need to speak with Ana, please."

"Mate, get out of the way! We got too many people lining up inside for a signature," the guard said.

"Please I am begging you," he cried out.

"Oh wait, isn't he that hot doctor on Twitter? Damn! You are hot in real life," the lady guard said and then added, "Let him in, Willie. Let him in!"

"Thank you!"

Now he saw the advantage of the hashtags.

Then, the line was long, but he was willing to wait. Being the last person on the line, his heart gets even more anxious every time his feet slowly moves forward—slowly moves closer to his love that got away.

In each two minute, somebody gets done with the book signing. Christian sweated bullets and his heart raced almost too violently that it could crash his chest. Two persons, left, and then one, and then it's him. It's his turn.

She wasn't look at him as her face looked on the book he slid on the table. She opened the front page and wrote her signature.

"Ana," he spoke her name after two long years.

Then, for a moment, not only his world pause, but also hers. In the movie-like slow motion captured in real life, the two's eyes finally met. Blue against grey. Sea against the storm. Her mouth opened but fail to utter a single word.

It was Christian's voice who said, "I finally found you."

And in his mind, he added, I'll never let you go again.