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"Are you sure you don't want to stay at my place tonight?" Bruce asked as he carried Sara's bag into her apartment.
"Yeah, I'm sure. I think I just need to be alone for a while", Sara said and gave him a hug. "I have a lot to think about, you know."
"I understand that", Bruce said and walked out of the apartment. "Well, I'll se you soon then. And call me if there's anything you want. In the middle of the night if you need that."
"Thank you, Bruce", Sara said and squeezed his hand for a moment. "I really appreciate everything that you've done. For me… and for Michael."
"No problems at all. All I want is for you to be happy."
"I am", Sara answered and smiled. "I really am."
"I can see that", Bruce said and smiled back at her. "Well, I'll leave you alone now. Take care of yourself."
"I will", Sara said and hugged him again. "You too."
When Bruce had left she walked around in the home she hadn't seen for months and looked at all of her things. All though she knew they were all hers, it was like she didn't even recognize them. These things belonged to her old life, the one she had had before all of this started. She looked at her medical books and at all the old food in her refrigerator, but right now she didn't have the energy to start taking care of all that. Suddenly she saw a box of things in a corner of her living room. She couldn't remember that she had put that box there, and she wondered what was in it. When she stepped closer she could see that it was all of her things from Fox River and she figured that it must have been Katie who had put them there. Katie… Oh, she missed Katie. Sara hadn't had many true friends these past years, but Katie had always been there for her. She wondered if that had changed after all that had happened these couple of months. Would Katie understand why Sara had done all of those things, and would she accept that she was with Michael now? She couldn't stand to lose Katie too, now that she had lost so much. Sara decided to call Katie tomorrow, because now she felt too weak to even talk to someone. Instead she walked into her bedroom and fell down on the bed. She buried her head in the familiar scent of her pillow and then she started to cry. She cried for her father and for her overdose, and she cried for the pain all of this had cost her. She cried for all the fear she had felt when she was on the run, when she was tortured by Kellerman, and when Michael was in Sona. She didn't blame him for anything, she knew it had all been out of his control, but that didn't keep her from crying. She wanted to call him, to tell him that she needed him right now, that all she wanted was to hold on to him as tight as she could. But she didn't call, she was too tired for that.
After hours of crying she fell asleep on her now soaking wet pillow and she slept until the sun teasingly shone at her face through the window. She sat up and it took a while for her to remember where she was. She was actually in her own bedroom and suddenly she wondered if all of this had been a dream. Then she remembered the feeling of Michael's soft lips against hers, and how she had felt the butterflies in her stomach every time he touched her face. Then she knew this had not been a dream. It had been the worst time in her life, but also the best.
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When Michael went to bed that night he couldn't help but to feel lonely. It had only been a couple of hours since he had seen Sara, but he missed her. And he wondered what she was doing right now. He imagined her lying in her bed sleeping with her beautiful hair spread out all over the pillow. He wished she has lying next to him instead. He and Sara had only spent one night together but Michael already felt like his was addicted to it. The feeling of her in the other end of the bed, she had only been a few inches away and he could stretch out his hand to touch her arm whenever he wanted to. The sound of her breathing had calmed him down.
Michael woke up in the middle of the night in Lincoln's apartment and he felt that the bedside next to his was empty. He wondered if all of this had been a dream. Then he remembered the feeling of Sara's hand in his, and how his knees had started to shake every time she smiled at him. Then he knew this had not been a dream. It had been the worst time in his life, but also the best.
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A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, but I'll try to write next one really soon. Maybe even today. Anyway, thank you for all of the kind reviews and keep reading. It will only get better, I hope.
