A/N: I'm really surprised how this one has gone out. It was a pure pleasure to write the first story about one of my favorite SH pairings, but near the end I was like "OMG, I haven't planned such an ending 0_o". It is sad and sweet at the same time, and I haven't expected such a result from myself :)

Let's listen to: Harry & Cybil

"How's a girl, Harry?"

"Heather is fine. You know, I'm really glad she doesn't have the memories of that place...at least, she doesn't seem to have them."

"You mean the place where she was born?"

"Yeah. Sometimes I...I don't even know how to express that...Sometimes she scares me. I know it sounds stupid; she's just so small, and I...

"I understand. We both know what happened to her mother."

"Actually, I doubt if we can call her a mother."

"Me too, but I can't find any other suitable word."

"Cybil, one day, when I laid her to bed, my hand touched her neck, and I clearly, so clearly felt I could...stop it."

"Listen to me, Harry. Alessa entrusted the girl to you. It means she saw your true side. It means you're enough strong to raise her. Alessa believed in you. And I believe in you too. You will manage."

"Thank you..."

"You know, it's even pleasant to keep silent with you."

"Oh, thanks for a compliment! You won't believe if I tell you how long I haven't heard the compliments - especially from a man! Say some more."

"If you ask me politely, with pleasure!"

"Oh God, Harry, it looks like teenage flirtation, doesn't it? Strange feeling..."

"The strange feeling is that we have been hiding from each other."

"Harry, should I expect you to tell that you're in love with me now, huh? Oh, it's funny."

"You're trying to smile, but your smile is too bitter to be natural."

"Ah, I know..."

"Cybil?.."

"Wait. I have a feeling that you're going to tell me something very important, and I need to get ready. Oh. Okay, now I'm ready, and you can talk."

"I'm afraid, Heather and I...we have to move from here. Three days ago I had a meeting. An unpleasant one."

"You have met someone from the Cult..."

"Yes. I had to...well,I had to defend myself, and my daughter, of course. Now I know they won't leave us alone. They will try to take my girl back. That's why we must leave."

"It's...it's a right decision, Harry. You're really in danger..."

"And I have to ask you..."

"...and I can help you with preparations..."

"...because you're the only person I can trust..."

"...remember, you must leave the town quickly..."

"...will you come with us?"

"Harry..."

"I'm so sorry, Cybil, but I can't imagine to say goodbye to you."

"Not only you. I can hardly accept you're saying it."

"Please, say yes. Please."

"You see, Brahms needs some good cops around...Sorry. I can't leave it all at once. Although I want it. Although you've become a too big part of my life."

"I understand. But if you turn up your mind...just let me know. We will accept you."

"I know. You're a patient type..."

"What the fuck was that, Harry Mason?"

"I'm very, very sorry, Cybil...Ha-ha-ha!"

"Hey, what are you laughing at?! A moment ago you haven't looked such a merry one!"

"Yeah, I've some more serious intentions about you! Well, you can consider it to be a kiss at parting."

"At parting, huh? Are the kisses at parting supposed to be such passionate?"

"Come here, Cybil. I want to correct my mistake..."

"I'm gonna miss you, Harry."

"Shhh. We're still having some time to spend around. Just a little bit. But still."

"Kiss Heather for me, okay? Tell her I wish her good luck. Promise?"

"I do. I know she will miss you. As well as I will. Damn, I haven't been going to spoil this moment..."

"Shhhh. We're still having time..."

"To make up for lost time?"

"Hm, you can call it that way..."