Georgie- 2011

I looked out over the Port Charles harbor. The sun was in the process of setting, and I closed my eyes to listen to the waves lapping up against the dock. It had been five years since I had lived here, and yet the harbor had stayed the same. I loved the spot. You could hear the boats out on the water, and the waves, and watch the sunset and it's reflection on the water.

Five years had come and gone. It seemed to have gone by quickly, but Port Charles seemed like another life away. Psychology at Princeton, masters in English from Yale, and then teacher's college. And somehow, it had led me right back to Port Charles, back to Port Charles High, to work under my favourite teacher from high school. This time I was the one teaching the class and calling the shots. I had left most of my university student clothes with the local charity when I left, and I had opted for my school-appropriate ensembles. This time I wasn't in Maxie's shadow, and I was on my own. I had rented my own room at Kelly's, and I was ready to go.

It was my favourite time of day. Just before the sun touched the water, a ball of firey orange filled out the sky. Fluffy pink clouds circled around it, but none dared to block the view of the sun. A little higher up you could see an entire atmosphere made of purple, before the sky gave way to brilliant blues.

A breeze blew across the harbor. I closed my eyes, and a wave of nostalgia hit me so hard that I nearly fell over. Only one memory filled my mind.

Dillon.

Dillon- 2011

"Thanks," I said to the waitress as she put down my latté in front of me. Two was probably my limit, as my leg wouldn't stop shaking, but I had to finish the script changes before shooting started in a week in Paris.

Suddenly, a pair of hands covered my eyes. Soft hands, expensive perfume. It could only be one person.

"Guess who," a sensuous voice whispered in my ear. I gently pulled her hands off from over my eyes, and I felt her lips on my mouth.

"Hi Angela," I said when I caught my breath. She tucked her silky blonde hair behind her ear, then sat down in the seat across from me. I still was guilty of doing a double take every once in awhile to see if she was really mine. A woman that beautiful. That amazing. A movie star.

And then it would hit me. I'm a director.

"So," Angela told me. "I've done about all the shopping I can do for this afternoon. I was thinking we could go back, get changed, and go down for dinner in the market."

I looked up at her, the adorable pout on her face. She knew I would say no, that I had to finish. Why did she ask?

"I really need to finish this scene today."

"Dillon, we're in Rome. Why can't you just enjoy it?"

I sighed. My work had been consuming me the past couple of months, and I had been neglecting her. "How about this. Get something now, and we'll get a late dinner under the stars."

She thought about it for a minute. "I can't eat anything here. It's all carbs. I'll just eat later. You, work. I promise, it's okay."

"How did I get so lucky?" I kissed her, and she got up, blonde hair blowing in the wind.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. A woman going by smelled of vanilla, and I was hit by a thousand memories. Memories that I thought I had put away.

Memories of Georgie.