Okay….. so I guess I owe everyone an apology now, huh? I'm very very very sorry for not updating for so long! I just had a very bad writer's block and was very busy with school. I had tons of exams(4 hour long essay type exams, mind you) and couldn't find time to write. I hope this is enough of an apology. Happy reading!

Disclaimer: I don't know these people personally. This is just a product of my imagination, a fiction.

P.S. YAY KRISTEN'S POV

KPOV

Am I doing the right thing?

Am I being reckless for letting him in, for letting him into my life again?

It has been a couple of hours since he arrived here. I was very shocked when I saw him standing outside my door, it's been 2 years. It's been two years since I've seen him with my tears making my sight blurry and making it harder for me to memorize his face for the very last time. I asked him to come see me the next day, I wanted him to talk to me and tell me that he forgives me and that he still loves me despite of what I did. I never wanted to go; all I ever wanted was to be with him.

But I guess it's not what he wanted at that time. He didn't come to keep me from going. He didn't tell me that he forgives me or that he still loves me. Instead, I left LA with a heavy heart and tears in my eyes.

Well, it was entirely my fault really. It was me who made that mistake. It was me who was weak and gave in to pressure. I guess I was scared. But maybe it was a way for me to find myself, coming here, to Milan, has given me the fresh start that I wanted. It made me feel normal despite to the few and far between encounters with people who recognize me.

In here, I was at peace. I was free. I was normal. And best of all, I was happy even though I lost everything. I was finally learning who I am. I was not the girl that I thought I was. I am not that strong. In fact, I've learned how weak and vulnerable I am. At first I was afraid to change, I was scared to lose who I was, the girl that Rob fell in love with. But I needed to change to be able to move on with my life, so that's what I did.

This morning when I saw him standing in my doorway was one of the most life changing moments that I have ever had. It was like everything came crashing back to me – all the memories that I was trying so hard to put in the back of my mind, the feelings that I thought will never be revisited again, and worst of all, I still felt the pain of being away from him. Well they never really go away, I was just getting better at hiding them and ignoring them. I was in that point of my life that when I think I could finally move on. But seeing him today changed my life again, turned it upside down. And like never before, I feel scared and uneasy being in the same room with him.

So why the hell did I invite him to stay over? To be with me?

Oh right, because I'm still in love with him. Probably too in love with him that I let myself be with him even if I'm afraid that we'll hurt each other again. Feeling his kiss earlier made me madly in love with him again.

Is it worth a shot?

Is it worth it to place myself in that situation again in which I allow myself to be vulnerable just because I love him?

Regardless whether it's right or wrong, what's done is done. He's staying over here and I have to deal with it. He'll be here for a week, and I hope that it's enough for me to decide whether to continue this insanity or stop it before it explodes in our faces. I have a week, a week to be with him.

I peeked around the kitchen door to check on him. He was standing with his back facing me, his head slightly lifted. He's probably scanning the room or something, maybe even looking at the pictures that I hung there with the help of my brother when he visited me months ago. I just stared at him, at his back. I watched him as he looked at my things, the room, even the furnitures, probably trying to get to know me again, of who I became when I went here.

I went back to working on our dinner. I was preparing on of his favorites, my tortilla soup. I focused on what I was doing and let myself get lost in the task. I wanted to relax, and thankfully, cooking makes me relaxed.

Not an hour later, we were sitting in front of each other in my dining table. We didn't say anything, we just sat there, ate and was silent. I was not used to this silence. Even when we first met we were never this quiet with each other. We were always so loud and we enjoyed talking to each other. That seemed to be a different world now, so different to how we are now.

I cleared my throat, I wanted to talk. I wanted to break the silence for I can't take it anymore. "So…." I started.

"Hmmm?" he hummed.

Was I going to say anything at all? I can't think of anything right now, of any topic that might ease the tension between us.

"Do you have candles?" Rob asked, probably sensing the thick tension in the room right at this moment.

"Yes, I do. Why?" I said. Why would he need candles?

"Where are they?" he looked around the room.

"They are there, on the second drawer of that counter."

He stood up and began looking for it. He opened the cupboards and even the refrigerator. I was confused by his actions.

"Rob, I told you the candles are there." I told him again. I was getting a bit annoyed, honestly.

I saw him pull something out of the cupboards; I wasn't sure what it was. He then pull out a candle from where I told him they were. He opened the fridge and took a bottle of beer, opened it and poured its contents into the sink. He lit the candle.

"What are you doing? Are you trying to set my house on fire?"

"No! just sit there, wait and see" he smiled, looking back at me.

"Rob! Just blow the candle, come back here and continue eating!"

"No Kristen! I'm sure you'll love it, Babe!"

He walked to the other side of the room where the switch is. He flipped it, making the room dark with only the candle serving as our light. I could see his face; he is smiling as he approached the table again. He had to bottles in his hand – the beer bottle from earlier, and a wine bottle. He placed the beer bottle on the center of the table and put the candle in there. He made sure that it won't topple over and burn one of us.

"Rob?" my eyebrows burrowed, trying to understand what he is doing. "What are you-"

He cut me off, "Remember when we used to do this at home. When we have dinner at home, whether you cooked or we just ordered take out, we switch off the lights and use candles instead. We would imagine that we were having a candlelit dinner. You told me you want to do it because we never had the chance to because we would get recognized and hounded by paps."

"I remember…" I whispered.

"I'm glad. Those were the best meals of my life. It didn't matter if we were sitting at our dining table like this or if we were on the living room floor. I was happy 'cause I was with you." He gave me a soft smile. He never broke his stare at me. It made me feel like he really meant it.

"Thank you for this." I told him. I was getting teary eyed. Those nights made me happy too. I can never forget those.

"don't cry." He said as he reached for my hand over the table. He held my hand and squeezed it a little bit. "This is a happy evening, we're with each other." He encouraged as he gave me a smile.

"You got tears in your eyes." I teased him.

"No, I don't" he wiped his eyes as I giggled. It's nice to be able to joke and have fun with him now.

"Yeah, I saw you were going to cry."

"No, I wasn't!" he denied further. "I was just…" he paused for a moment "I don't know. Happy, I guess." He looked into my eyes again and said, "Are you?"

"I am" I answered truthfully. He leaned across the table to plant a chaste kiss on my lips. When he pulled back he just smiled. He never let go of my hand as he continued to eat his tortilla soup.

I can't help but stare at this man – this crazy man that I have loved so much. I am happier now that I am with him.

However, I'm still afraid. I truly hope that a week will be enough for me to figure it all out.

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