Victoria couldn't sleep. With anything.

It wasn't strange, after all, that she had this issues. She had insomnia since she was a teenage. For what happened in the last days, for the confusion in her mind, the pain in her heart,... 'God knows what' she tried to give herself an answer.

She wasn't even sleepy, even when she had drank alcohol (quite of it) that night.

By her side, Louise was sleeping as if nothing. "He moved something inside of you, didn't he?" she said to her on the way back home. She wasn't sure of what she answered at all. Actually, she knew she was lying terribly. The same that she knew Louise realized it… "Maybe" she replied. Maybe.

She had spent half of her life in a constant pain. Suffering for one thing or another, whether it was her concern or somebody else's. Any time she had a chance of being happy, something or somebody took it away from her. The only joy life had gave her had been her children… even when two of them despised her and the other one left her.

For some reason, she had to find Dominik that night… it was enough with the heartache still fresh in her soul, and now somebody with the same moving power came out. And in a bar, how ironic… They had spent a lot of their time together in bars.

And, yes… She loved him. She loved Dominik and she wasn't going to deny it. The fact that she had loved other people too didn't mean that the inconclusive story they had never came through her mind as a beautiful tale which could have ended better.

He had a lot of those things that melted her then and melted her now too. The pampers in the morning and the night, the 'You look beautiful today', a kiss in her forehead or that hugs that made her melt in peace when she was broken. When the demons in her inside poisoned her soul with sadness and made her think she didn't value and wasn't worth it. "You mean the world for me, precious." he said to her once, and she never forgot it. "Please, don't leave just like that, Victoria" he said when she told him she was marrying Conrad. "He doesn't love you."... And it's today that she realized he was right.

And when they met again a few years ago in that bar… they only spent two days together (actually, a day and a half) and she didn't have the time she would have wanted to tell him that. He was right.

And she never denied that he loved her. Because every time she looked into his eyes, she saw light in them. A glow that blossomed only when he looked at her.

He loved to watch her do anything… sometimes she noticed he was staring at her while she was dressing up. Or making breakfast. Or just sleeping… the love he professed for her was, definitely, the strongest and most powerful one he had felt.

"Ah, memories…" she sighed with a smile, once they got into his apartment.

"Beautiful memories" he added, practically sighing. His body pressed to hers, in a fond way. "I cannot tell you how nice is to look straight to your eyes again".

Whatever she was feeling inside didn't let her answer. It also seemed like she didn't have nothing to say, which indeed, according to her mind she had. But she knew they didn't need to talk to understand each other.

"You're not in the mood for talking?"

"No, it's just… " A sudden something stopped right there, she knew she had no answer. "Let me look at you in silence for a little more."

He smiled at her sweetness. "Now you can't deny that meeting with me again caused you something."

"I'm not going to."

"Oh, thank God…" he celebrated closing his eyes in a relieved expression.

"You seem pretty excited for seeing me."

"You're not serious, right?..." He smiled not to give the situation a serious tone.

She was looking at him as if she were spilling the words without thinking.

"You are the love of my life, Victoria. And you've always been. I thought about you every single day since I left."

"Oh, really… you're saying you didn't meet anybody in this time?"

"Yes, of course I have. A lot of women that I really liked. They were pretty. But just that, a pretty face. There was nothing I could have with them because everything I wanted I could always have it with you."

She thought she was going to melt right now, right there, her legs were going to collapse and she would bury into his arms and ask him never to let her go.

"You don't believe me?"

"I do" she said quickly. She didn't need more.

"Really?"

She nodded carefully. "Yes…" she said, and didn't give him a chance to talk. Her lips opened and trapped him. It felt like she was coming back home after a long, long trip…

Finally. He could have her again. And he hoped with all he had that this time, it could last. They way it must have been since a lot.

"Don't get too excited. We're not gonna make love or something." She teased him.

"Damn you." he laughed, and his mouth tasted hers over again. "Don't tempt me."

"Tempt you to what?"

"To carry you to my room"

She emitted a sweet perverse laugh. "You wish. I won't allow you to."

"I'm a man. I'm stronger than you. I can do it of I want."

"However I know you wouldn't. You would never hurt me purposely"

"Exactly... So if you won't give me the pleasure of making love with you... at least tell me you're going to stay tonight."

A hard breath came out through her mouth, crashing against his upper lip. "You know, I... I think I reconsidered it..."

"Reconsider it like how?"

"Like, ah… " she separated from him, and started walking away in a complete random direction. When she was a few steps away, the skin in her left shoulder appeared in front of his eyes, when she pulled one of the strips of her dress down slowly. A pair of brown deep eyes looking at him, a smile lighting his heart with happiness and she kept walking. Walking anywhere.

The love of his life and him.