Again I couldn't decide for just two, this episode was a beautiful roller coster. Hope you enjoy!

Catherine: I was reading in our connection like it was fate or destiny that brought us together. Truth is you saved other people, not just me. And we should stick to working on cases. That's what we are.

Vincent:

I stand in her kitchen while she talks and talks and with every word that she says it's getting clearer. She thinks she's nothing special, how can she not see how I'm completely enchanted by her, watching her every move. Please, stop talking Catherine, i'm here to tell you how I feel. I'm trying to comprehend how I messed this up or let her think that I don't want her. And again, it seems like I can't find the right words. Every time I open my mouth I say it wrong, or nothing at all. An hour ago I was sure that i could explain it all to her, the black outs and the other little thing with the jealousy. But it seems like I'm too late with that. She is letting me go, giving up and closes the door on any chance that we could have had. We're back to the start, back on safe ground with us just working on cases again. I so don't want that but a little voice reminds me that this is safer for her. While she talks to me I repeatedly tell myself that it is better this way, safer for both of us, over and over again, like a Mantra. It just doesn't feel like this is better. We both turned away from something that hadn't even started. Its better that way I told myself again. And than it knocks on the door. One Look at her and I don't need her explanation to know that this is him. My mind screams profanities at him and at this fucked up situation, but what change would it make. So I go while he steppes in, retreat back to were I belong... hidden in the dark. Observing and watching, never participating. Its much harder to stay behind now, seeing how the woman I fell in love with talks and jokes with another man.

They have a conversation about a cancelled dinner and than she's asking him to come along with her. With him that's easy, he just says yes. The first thing of a long list of things that he can do and I can't. Take her out for Dinner, meet her Family, Kiss her... it goes on and on. I can tell he knows his way with woman, how he flirt and charms her. He can offer her the world while I have nothing other than myself. Vincent, the supposedly dead Killer. It was not enough, it would never be enough. I had no idea why I'm still there, watching them together and torturing myself. When he is helping her with her Jacket I want to scream at him, that this is my job and my Woman. For a few seconds I let myself feel the rage and the anger inside me. Than I leave. Again I scratch together what's left of my heart and try to stay calm. I could be useful for her, can help her with work. It has to be enough. I have to be happy with what I get and stop dreaming of stupid miracles.

Vincent: She didn't feel worthy.

Cat: How can you be so sure?

Vincent: Because I know what it feels like.

Catherine:

He took my breath away with his words. It was clear that neither of us were talking about the case any more. The room felt smaller and the air was thick with our Emotions.

This was the Moment. I had waited so long for this. The moment when he took his mask off and showed me himself. In front of this heartbreaking Testimonies of a great love Vincent finally let me see him. With only five words he bared his soul to me. Made me see his struggles, self loath and fears. I realized that they had been hidden behind his every action. He had told me between the Lines how he had been feeling and I hadn't heard it, hadn't seen it. I had doubted him just like the Muse I just saw doubted her Painter.

It had been there all the time. I just didn't look close enough. A few hours ago it felt like the end and now this beautiful, damaged man confessed to me with such sadness in his eyes that I wanted to cry. For him, for what he had to endure and for all the loneliness that he felt inside of him. My body ached to hold him, to wrap my arms around him and never letting go. How badly he wished to be near someone, to be loved and to be enough. But in the moment I could breath again he was gone, leaving me alone with my rapidly beating heart. I looked around, wanted to reach for him, tell him that I felt just like him and that he wasn't alone any more. I didn't find him. So I stayed there for a few minutes, looked at all the beautiful Paintings and got myself together. Preparing for tomorrow and the turning point in our Relationship.

Vincent Keller Who I am makes everything seem impossible.

Catherine Chandler No. Who you are, it makes everything worth it.

Vincent:

While if feel the sun warming my neck her words finally sinking in, she's doing what i couldn't confessing her feelings. But how can she see behind all my sins and flaws and still find something that deserves her attention, her affection. She is coming closer. The best thing in her life? Waiting every day to see me? I try to tell her that I am a loss, that I'm maybe forgot how to be with somebody. She didn't seems to mind. I confess my jealousy and it makes her smile, i make her smile. She even tell me she likes it. She is taking a chance with me, ready to jump. How can she be so sure when I'm a helpless mess of insecurities? This could go wrong on so many levels. I could hurt her, kill her but she could destroy me.

She could have everyone including this British Bastard, why is she interested in me? Maybe the Vincent that I was ten years ago could have been her type. The Vincent now? The Guy without a life, with no money, no nothing? But she tells me that this is worth it, that somehow I am worth it. She is looking into my eyes and it feels like she looking straight into my heart. Can she see her name branded on it? Again, she steps closer, so close that I can feel the warmth of her body. She's doing it again. She is touching me and I'm almost sure that this is a dream. It has to be a dream. All words fall out of my head, my mind goes completely blank, while I stare at her. She caress softly the scarred side of my face like it didn't bothers her. I wish I could offer her something prettier. Her eyes drop to my mouth, like she wants me to kiss her? Should I? Her lips are looking so soft. I've imagined this moment a thousand times over the last weeks. Okay I'm seconds away from freaking out. I try to remember how to kiss, it has been a while. Before I can make up my mind she tells me that she needs to go. Wait what? I still sit here next to the window while she leaves, trying to catch my breath. I don't know how to feel. Confused, a little overwhelmed, agitated and definitely happy. My heart swells with hope the longer I think about it, building dream castles in my head where the beast could have a chance of getting the princess.