A/N: OK, so this is one of the most scary things I've done in my life: post a fanfic. I know, everybody gets nervous the first time, but the fact is I'm also writting for the first time a full story in a foreign language, so… yeah, pretty scary. So i'm sorry for every grammar mistake. I just hope you enjoy this as much as I've enjoyed yours.

Oh, yes… I'm assuming that the Woodcomb Wedding was in 2008.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Chapter 1

Burbank, California. 2014.

"So here I am" he thought, watching his environment. It was just a park, full of life, exactly as he remembers: street musicians over the fountain, some guys jogging, kids playing and laughing… all of them, just enjoying the life, being happy just for being alive. Is expected that this joyful essence could somehow rub in you, make you feel better, or at least it's what he expected, but unfortunately, that wasn't happening.

"Maybe in other life" he sighed, thinking in the irony of the statement. Yes, in other life he used to be like these people, but now… now he isn't capable of feel it… or feel anything. In fact, he's in the park in a desperate attempt to prove otherwise, to prove he's still a human being, but it seems he had failed miserably.

He was having his daily dose of self-deprecation when a bright colored plastic ball rolled into his well hidden bench between the trees. He took the ball and was about to throw it when a little blond girl came.

"Hi, can I have it?" she said, with sweet voice.

"Sure" he answered, giving the ball to his little visit.

"Thank you" she said, with a full smile. He expected that the little girl would take the toy and go away, but he was wrong. Instead, she keep looking at him. He knows what she was seeing: a tall, bearded man, dressed in dark clothes. Not the most pleasant look for a child, so he expected see the well-known fear in the eyes of the girl before she started screaming, but again, he was wrong.

"How do you did that?" she asks, pointing at the scar in his left hand. Ah, yes, his last "acquisition".

"I have… I accidentally cut myself with a glass" he answered vaguely. He supposed that telling her that he earned that one in a fight with two drug dealers and that it ended with him killing both of them with their own knife was certainly not the best thought for a girl.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I know how it hurts" she said, sympathetically "that's why my mom never let me have mi shake in a grown up glass again, so she keeps giving me it in a plastic cup".

"That sounds wisely for a child like you"

"I'm not a child! I'm five years old!" she protest, raising challenging her chin while she shows five little fingers at him. She looks so adorable that he almost smiles. Almost.

"I see… I'm sorry but your parents never told you about never talk with strangers?" He wanted her away before her parents came and freaked out about their little girl talking with somebody like him.

"Yes, they do… but I'm not with my parents, I'm with my uncle and her girlfriend, so they won't miss me for a while. Besides, I'm not going to be hurt or something".

"Oh yeah? And what if I'm a very bad guy?" As I am, he thought, merciless. "What if a try to kidnap you or something like that?"

"Nah, that's not gonna happen" she said, without doubt.

"How are you so sure about it?"

"Because you have gentle eyes" she answered, with a smile "and my mom always says that people with gentle eyes are good people".

He blinked. He had not heard that for a while, and he was pretty sure that he was anything but a good person, nowadays.

"Are you going to do something bad to me?" the girl asks. He shook his head, slowly, still astonished with the girl's statment about himself. "See? So everything is fine" she ends, simply.

He look at her. The little girl has a long, well cared blond hair, a very Californian tanned skin and a beautiful light brown eyes that reflected a friendly confidence.

Suddenly, she freezed and shouted "I'm coming!".

"Sorry, but my uncle its calling me. I have to go."

"It's OK".

"Nice to meet you" she said solemnly while she extended her hand, "my name's Clara, by the way".

"Nice to meet you, Clara" he said, with a little smile, probably the first in many, many days. Maybe months.

"Will I see you tomorrow? Maybe we can play something…"

He hesitated for a moment. It was wrong that he was talking with a little girl without an adult, it was wrong that he was having this talk with a child, and above all, it was wrong that somebody so pure was talking with somebody like him… but against everything, he said "Sure".

"Awesome!" said Clara, with a full hearted smile.