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A/N:I'm not english native speaker, so you might find some typos or grammar mistakes, I do apologize for that.

Chris watched Evana leave the house without even looking at him, that wasn't her typical. He knew she was hurt and that just made him feel worse, remorseful of his attitudes.

He looked to the sides after a sigh, thinking about all the memories that that place had given him for that month.

Time was flying and Chris despite of his memory loss, knew deep inside that he had never been so happy or felt so accepted like Evana made him feel. He was grateful for had met that woman that was so beautiful inside and out, however, he was still capable to bit the hand that fed him by breaking their promise and his miserable weakness with Evana's decreed rival.

Chris, ashamed, stood up from the couch and headed to her bedroom to dress himself. In that room, filled with Evana's scent made him come to the conclusion that it would be wrong to continue living with her before he could regret doing some move that would tear their so simple, but tender relationship apart. Somewhat, he felt it would be wrong to get involved with her.

Before he could get things worse, he decided to leave. He didn't want to harm anyone anymore, he didn't want to cause any more disturbance to the woman he was starting to love.

Chris wrote a letter thanking her for everything, informing her he'd work harder to pay all of his debts and before leaving he let some cash over the letter in a gesture of paying for part of his total debts. Chris used the copy of the keys he had to lock the door when he left and threw it into the house from the partially open window and then he closed it.

The tall man looked at the house once more and to the alley where everything started. That was the soul of the space that had being lovingly crafted over the month of January 2013.

Chris's POV

The memories we made there, bit by bit, laugh by laugh, with some heartache thrown in for good measure, make it inconceivable to ever abandon the house itself. The place that doesn't really belong to me… But in the sense of soul, this was my home through and through. We lived in this house. A whirlwind of moments from those days would reveal late nights watching movies, workout sessions at the gym, the morning's routine to the market and then keeping everything in order together, the smell of homemade foods or snacks, the caring interactions...

The memories created there took on more profound meaning than ever. Those memories for me are now immortalized in my mind and I won't ever forget those moments we shared. I can't help to mourn the loss of the structure. It's a simple architecture… it's the loss of the vessel that held our memories. It's almost as if leaving a home rich in such a lived-in-history causes our memories to spill out everywhere, and we feel like we've spun out of orbit, scrambling to collect them.

I give one last sigh giving my back to the empty house that I will hide and keep in safe in my soul's memory. I felt my heart breaking. It's still breaking, but I just have to go. I'll keep remembering that what I'm leaving behind is the vessel, not the memories.

I just wish we can build new ones away from each other. It's the best I can do…

TPOV

Chris walked alone the empty streets without destination. Some corners were agitated by the open restaurants, the nightlife. He still had some money for a few more days, he knew he could make money on the next day. It was already the start of February and many of the hotels were full loaded because of the upcoming holiday where usually foreign couples reserved the rooms for a routine change. To save some money, he walked more until the street of hostels and thanks to the basic local language lessons Evana started teaching him, that helped him to communicate with the locals. He found the cheapest one and paid for that night before going to the dormitory.

He shared it with more 3 young men who were quite sociable and it didn't take long for the 4 of them get into a fun conversation. Chris laughed at their stories, especially of one of them who was hiding from his possessive wife after she found out he had spent money with gambling once again after promising her he'd quit that habit.

Somehow, Chris could relate to that man, he himself had broken a promise as well.

"What about you? You don't have a suitcase or a bag, running away from your wife too for tonight?" the married guy asked Chris

"No, I'm not married."

"Girlfriend? Boyfriend?"

Chris shook his head, "None… I just started a journey without destination."

"That's cool. I wish I could do that!" the man replied

"That's the problem for being married and women tend to make it harder. It's like when you date they are one thing, and then after marriage, they become someone completely different and act like your boss." Chris commented

"Yeah! You're totally right, have you ever being married?"

Chris shook his head, "No…" he replied with some uncertainty. That was a question he didn't know the real answer, but as he was doing lately by following his "intuition", he didn't feel he was married

"My advice, keep that way. Don't ever get married!" the man replied

The group didn't demonstrate any sign of sleep, so one of the other guys looked at the window to the open bar in front of the hostel and invited them to a happy hour.

"I'm going to drink to forget, tomorrow I'll face my annoying wife." The married man spoke

Chris hesitated for a moment, but he also wanted to forget his shameful act and also to have some fun. To have fun – that was something that his inner told him he didn't know how that felt like in a long time. Guided by his innate impulsive behavior, he joined the three men until the bar would close, the place was called Dora's Bar.

Chris woke up by the sounds of moans. With difficulty due to the hangover, he opened his eyes and could see the sun rising. His vision was still blurred, but slowly he opened his eyes seeing a familiar female silhouette that apparently was having sex with one of the roommates in the dormitory. He closed his eyes again, trying to ignore the couple.

Not long, the couple had apparently finished their business.

"You know where to find me if you need more fun."

Chris opened his eyes as he recognized the woman's voice.

"You could give me some discount next time." The roommate replied her as they dressed themselves

The woman noticed Chris had woken up and smiled at him, "Sorry if you had your sleep disturbed." She added, "Would you like a threesome? I can give you two a discount." The woman teased

"Really?" her client commented with excitement starting to unzip his jeans without even waiting for Chris's response

Chris shook his head rolling his eyes and tired of the woman's insistent bullshit, he stood up from the bed ready to leave without even answering her. He noticed the married guy and the other roommate had already left the dormitory and in silence headed to the door, but he looked back when he felt a hand on his arm, "I can give you a nice treatment…" she tried to seduce him

"Don't touch me Emma!" he ordered

"Oh, don't be jealous… I know you're into sharing because you share Scarlet…" she teased him while she let the other man caress her body

Chris gave her his back, he wouldn't fall for game again, "Don't compare yourself with her. You're not even close to what she represents and never will be." He answered her with an insult and left the room without looking back

"I don't know why, but Emma is so familiar to me… She's annoying, provocative and insists on things where there aren't. Ugh, I'd rather not remember of such people or such stuff. I wish I could just remember the good things." Chris thought while he wandered alone in the streets

Evana remained in silence studying as much as she could the outside movement. The knocks continued until she heard a familiar voice calling her.

"Eva, it's me J.D."

Evana let out a relieved sigh, but there was also some disappointment. She wished the person on the other side would be Chris returning home… to their home.

She opened the door slowly to be sure it was really her friend

"My dear, what happened to you? I've been calling you forever, but it's always out of reach." He spoke with concern as he entered in the dark living room.

"I didn't want to talk to anyone." Evana replied locking the door

"Yana and Nico told me what happened, you should've had come to my house."

"I wanted to be alone. Didn't want to concern you or anyone else." She said sitting on the couch

"Running away would never solve it."

"Talking about it right now doesn't help either." Evana replied being clear she wanted to avoid the subject

"Okay, I'm sorry if I passed the limit of concern."

"It's alright. I understand."

"When you feel ready to talk about it, you know you can count on me." J.D. spoke with a friendly smile

"Thanks J.D. But I'm going to be alright, it's what they say 'what doesn't kill you makes you stronger'"

"Yeah, but my concern is that Stan is still out there and knows where to find you."

"I know. That concerns me too, but I can't keep running away. I have to take responsibilities for getting involved with such person… it's the price I'll have to pay."

"Of course not! You are not responsible for his craziness!"

"Whatever J.D… I really don't want to talk about Stan."

"Okay." He spoke apologetic

"Dammit, I forgot to take my medicine." Evana cursed standing up and headed to her bedroom.

J.D. watched the blonde, taking notice of something different, "Eva, may I use the bathroom?" he asked

"Yeah, sure."

Evana went to the kitchen to get a glass of water to take her meds and not long, J.D. returned to the living room making a face.

"Eva, where's the Greek god?"

Evana let out a slight laugh that faded briefly as reality was back to her senses, "I don't know…" she answered with a shrug

"Did you break up?"

"What break up? He was just my roommate!" she snapped

"Okay… sorry for the joke."

Evana took a deep sigh. She wasn't in her normal state. She was sensitive after all the recent events, "I'm the one who should apologize, but…" she looked down

"It's alright Eva, I know raising your voice is not your typical." He replied taking grip of her hand with a soft smile

"I don't know where Chris is. When I got home in the morning he wasn't here anymore. I thought he could be working or whatever…" she made a pause to sigh, "I guess he won't come back anymore after last night."

"Did you fight?"

"Not really, but…" she bit her lips in apprehension to open up

"But what? You know you can rely on me."

"I know… it's just too pathetic feeling this way."

"Tell me what happened and I tell you if the feeling is pathetic."

Evana took some time to gain courage. Differently of Yana, J.D. didn't have oppositions about Chris which turned out to be a good thing since her concern about Chris was starting to increase and she needed someone to vent all those emotions the American made her feel.

"I don't know where to start…"

"From the beginning."

"There's no actual beginning in this case…"

"So tell me what's really bugging you." J.D. tried to encourage her

Evana took a deep breath, she couldn't help to feel embarrassed of her own feelings and the stupid jealousy thoughts about a free man.

"Oh, before you tell me… I just remembered I saw him earlier today."

"Really? Where? Was he fine?" she turned to him attentively, "Alone…" the last one was what she really needed to know and she hoped J.D. could take the hint. It would make things easier to discuss what really bothered her.

"Yeah, he looked fine. I just don't know if he was sleepy or with some hangover." J.D. spoke thoughtful as he tried to extract all the details from his memory.

Evana didn't look surprised to hear that, but still, she waited to know what really was of her interest, "Where did you see him?"

"At that hostels street."

"And was it just that?"

"Yeah, I couldn't talk to him because I was with a friend of mine and the god was walking to the opposite direction."

"So he didn't see you?"

"No, he didn't."

"Hum… is that all?"

"Yeah. It was really early in the morning."

"He's a morning person." Evana commented

"Yeah, I could see that."

"Was he alone?" Evana asked again, now directly.

"Yeah, he was."

"Good to know…" Evana commented in impulse

"So, are you feeling better now to tell me what happened?"

"Not really…"

"Come on Eva, just say it!"

Evana took a deep breath, "Chris slept with Emma." she spoke quickly looking to the side in distress

"What?" J.D. widened his eyes, "Are you serious?" he spoke perplexed

"Yeah! I myself coulnd't believe he did that either! He knew I hated her and it's mutual from her side too."

"This cannot be true." J.D. spoke shaking his head in desbelief

"But it is… I still get nauseas when I remember her gross scent on him!"

"No way! Offered Emma!"

"Yeah! From all the bitches out there, he chose the least one."

"Now I know why you kicked him out of your house."

Evana cleared her throat, "I didn't. He left by himself…"

"You didn't? Were you willing to forgive that outrageous act?!" he spoke with shock

Evana let out a sigh. A part of her could relate to J.D.'s point of view, but the other, the pathetic one, just wanted Chris back home.

J.D. finally understood the real situation and his friend's condition - what she referred as pathetic, "You are really in love with him, aren't you?" he spoke with a soft tone

Evana bit her lips nodding. There was no point denying it anymore.

"So fight for your man! Don't let that worm steal that man from you!"

"But this is wrong!"

"Why is it wrong? Wrong is you letting yourself be defeated by that bacteria!"

Evana couldn't help but laugh, "He's not even my boyfriend! We have nothing with each other."

"That's great then! This is another reason why he can completely fall for you. Men like new stuff, they like what they can't have or didn't have."

"Yeah, Yana told me that too."

"If Yana told you, she's right. If I were you, I'd have gone after him already, planted a passionate kiss on those amazing lips and made mad love until our bodies got drained…"

Evana laughed at J.D.'s theatrical way, but the sexual images that formed in her head were really interesting. It had almost a month since she had sex for the last time, boring ones indeed, because that was made with Stan.

New things weren't just interesting for men, Evana herself flirted with more vigor with that idea, she had seen Chris partially naked and she knew he had a killing and inviting body. Evana was aware that she and Chris got along very well, but there was still an unexplored territory, which physically she would have no problems giving to him, however, there were feelings now. From experience, she knew that feelings could ruin anything or become a big obstacle.

She had kept her feelings frozen for so long, that now she didn't know how to deal with them. Chris invoked a Evana that she thought had died long ago together with her first love and remembering that, made her start going back to her shell. Somehow, it was more comfortable the idea that she didn't deserve to be loved than to love and lose someone. In fact, that was a truth. Chris didn't belong to that place and it would be just a matter of time until he'd have to leave and once again she would have her heart broken.

"I can't do that J.D..." she spoke with a saddened tone

"Why not?"

"Because it's a forbidden love."

"Forbidden in what?"

"In everything…"

"Such as?"

"My past, his real life, my dirty story…"

"Which ended last night!"

"Chris will never accept me. He's a too good guy; I can see he's noble…"

"So noble he did Emma…" the man couldn't help the smirk

Evana laughed, "J.D.! I'm serious here."

"Yeah, me too. So what else makes it forbidden?"

"I don't know his past, I don't know if he's taken, if he has children, a happy family, a happy life… One thing is for sure, his memory is slowly getting back and I know one day he will just leave because that's a fact we know about him. It's typical of him to disappear. I can't fight for someone that I know won't be mine. I know we can fuck a lot until that day, but one of us will be completely damaged when that day arrives, and that one will be me! I'm trying to prevent those tears because now that are these fucking feelings in me."

"So give him a reason to stay."

"Why would he stay with a prostitute? Men sleep with hookers, but they don't marry or build a life with them."

"As far as I know you are a pole dancer. The prostitute days ended a long time ago…"

"Yeah, but you know people don't see that way!"

"Fuck the people! Chris doesn't need to know all that actually!"

"That's another reason why a relationship with him wouldn't work. No relationships survive lies!"

"You should let him decide that. Maybe the fear is all just in your head. If he's that good, he will and should understand the part of your story that happened way before he got into your life. Plus, you don't know many things about him either, you don't know his past, what kind of life he had. Maybe people died because of him. Maybe he has a darker past than yours and that's why he runs away so much..."

Evana disagreed with that, Chris didn't seem to be the killer or bad type. She felt he had a good soul.

Thank you Xaori, SUPASTAR89 and Otori Kaede for the reviews.

I decided to make an earlier update, I guess I'll have a long and busy weekend ahead, to have time to edit the story. Fortunately, today my mood was in a big and total flow and I have adjusted some future chapters as well, phew!

Thank you everyone, see you on the next update :D