-Sophie! - He called, hands shoved in his pockets, red eyes with purple circles around them, messy hair and the absolute posture of a man whose soul's weight equals the entire world.
She stared at him in disbelief, not even sure if she could move or say something, not even sure if she wasn't just hallucinating again.
-Eliot told me, I'd find you here. - He was closer now. - He also told me you married some guy... - He's tone was weird; there was a lack of emotion on it that scared her.
-You died, you were dead! - She was getting defensive and he smiled at that, she was still the same Sophie, after all.
-I am not blaming you, Soph... I just wanted to see you one last time. - He eyed the theatre, eyes running across the stage and the stuffed chairs on the empty audience. He whistled. - You've done a nice job with this place.
-Nate…
-I'm serious, this is a lot different from the last time I saw it...
-Nathan! - He stared at her again; his eyes were so distant, yet so full of anger... - What do you mean, one last time?
-I am leaving.
-What? Why? Where are you going?
-I've nothing else to do here, you married, Parker, Hardison and Eliot moved on too. They have their jobs, their lives; who am I to come around and ruin everything for you? I was thinking Ireland; I still have family there, some uncles and aunts, some cousins...
They heard steps, a tall man appeared at the door and smiled widely at Sophie, and she smiled back, shyly.
-I have to go now.
-It's your husband. - She nodded, not facing him. - Nathan, please do come back so we can talk this through... - He smiled at her again, a condescending smile, there was nothing to talk about and no, he wasn't coming back...
Will Nathan leave for real?