I don't give a damn
A/N: So I just wanted to write it... And actually I don't even like it. I love Conversations With Other Women and I just wanted an happy ending for Helena's and Aaron's characters. I hope you will all like this little thing... :)
The taxi stops abruptly
"I'm sorry, ma'am. There's some traffic" says the driver with his slightly American accent. She had forgotten how busy the streets of New York are, used as she is to go around London by bus, tube or on foot.
Fuck. She's going to miss her flight. Fuck.
In that moment as she peers out of the window to look for the last time, or at least she hopes this will be the last time, at New York City, another taxi stops right next to her and she can see that on the back seat there is…
Shit.
"Oh, hi again" he says with a casual tone.
She glares at him. "You planned this, didn't you?".
He chuckles. "Oh yes of course, I've put a traffic jam right here knowing that you would have passed with your taxi" he responds in that sarcastic way that used to piss her off so much a long time ago. And in fact it pisses her off nowadays too.
"Fuck you" she answers sharply before turning away.
A few silent moments passes before he speaks again. "Have you thought about it?"
Without saying it she knows what he means. "No, because the answer is still no!" she says without looking at him. "I won't give up my life just for a night of sex".
"Darling, you know as me that it wasn't only 'a night of sex'"
The woman huffs and for a second she asks herself what the taxi driver is thinking about this whole thing. "It was what it was, and now it doesn't matter anymore".
"Didn't you hate that phrase?" he laughs again. He knows perfectly well that making fun of this won't make her come back, but he can't help it. It's just the most ridiculous situation ever!
"Yeah, well, I do. But there are times when it is right to use it".
"Oh really?"
"Yeah"
"Then it is what it is, if I love you?" he asks suddenly, taking her by surprise.
Her big brown eyes become even bigger as she turns to look at him. "Love…?" she repeats softly. She can't believe it… it took almost twenty years to forget him, it took a marriage to what she thought was the perfect husband- Jeff- and now, because of that fucking wedding in New York, a man she thought gone forever from her life is telling her that he loves her.
"Yeah, I have already told you earlier while you were in the bathroom. But apparently you didn't hear me".
She did, actually. And she was so scared she pretended she didn't.
And now, Is she scared?
No. As a matter of fact, she doesn't give a fuck about her life in London right now.
Slowly, without taking her eyes off his, she steps out of the car, handing the taxis the money she owes to him. And surprisingly, he does the same. They are in the middle of the street, a few inches separating one from the other.
"You know we will make each other miserable?" she says, not an emotion showing on her face.
"Honestly, dear… I don't give a damn" and with this he grabs her and pulls her to him, kissing her on the lips.
She kisses him back, knowing that here is where she is meant to be.