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Title: "Everything"
By Lylou

Stella thought about their situation while she walked shelter in her black coat, walking on the familiars and wet streets of that magical city that had robbed her the soul long time ago, he would be there, in his office, in the laboratory, in the rest room... But he no longer would be the Mac Taylor that couldn't sleep or the one that watched the dark city from her bedroom window at midnight, he no longer would be the solitary and warm man who smelled like cold Sundays mornings and after-shave, during the day, he was that quiet and silence man and with liquid aquamarine eyes.

Maybe they had lost themselves in some intermediate point, perhaps they couldn't be just one thing, maybe their options were only those, warm kisses in the dark and cold and lonely mornings, or days of warm and sweet partnership in the office and cold and desperate nights, and the worse thing, the damn worse thing on the whole story was that she preferred the first.

She preferred thousand times burn every dawn with fire caresses and dark and lethal whispers under the sheets, that spend the whole life knowing what both wanted and didn't dared to do.

And they were right, the former had made pieces the fragile balance between friendship, affection and flames among them, but even all that, it's worth it, at least while they could feel the burn, the hot saliva on her skin and his smell on her bed long after he had left.

But she didn't feel used, she never felt it, she wasn't furious with him, she was already a grown woman and Mac hadn't forced she to put under the sheets, she did it because she wanted but sometimes, when nobody watched, when she allowed herself to break the fragile shell of her emotions, she couldn't avoid to ask herself: -"What would happen if..."

And she knew very well that he also did it, that each morning when he said: -"Good days", just for a moment he thought if that would be the day in which they would leave that "Everything" explodes, the day in which she would say: "- I want to go back, forgets how it is Not sleep next to me", and Stella would know it because during a second, his blue glance would shake frighten in silence upon her, doing the only question that they both knew and no of them could respond.

Perhaps today it was the day, perhaps today she entered on his crystal office and the urgent whispers and hot kisses at daybreak will finished for ever, or maybe she would say herself "Just one more night" knowing than after one there would be another one and another one more… and would never be mornings of pancakes and flowers for them.

Her heels resonated on the marble ground of the building when she saw him, in his transparent office, with an impeccable suit and looking after the window while he spoke on the telephone.

She opened the door and saw how he turned with the telephone in the hand just to watch her and said "-Good morning" without really speak, only moving his lips, and there it was that liquid and worried glance just one second upon her:

"It is today the day?

Have you noticed at least that I wasn't there when you have waked up?

Do you hate me today Stella?"

And she also opens her mouth and in silence, and without leaving words really escaped from her mouth, she says: -"Good morning".

The end.

By Lylou

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