Part 2

I look deep into the eyes of the man in front of me, and find my heart empty once again. There’s a huge void in me I can’t fill no matter what. There's just one big nothingness where my heart should be. My life is great, it’s beautiful. I have everything I’ve ever dreamed of, but the one thing I’ve never dreamed - but somehow found nonetheless - is missing.

I never cried for him. I didn’t shed one drop of tear after he left. I refused to sacrifice my life to a lost love. He left me to fulfil his dreams, I gave him my heart for the journey, but vowed that it was all he could get from me. I wasn’t going to waste away, I wasn’t going to struggle to hang on to something that simply wasn't there. I moved on with my life and built myself a safe home, where I could give myself the life I craved as I grew up.

I learned to not depend on anyone. I tried to be like my mother, and became more. I have money, I have a family, I have a home, a daughter, a mother… that’s all I need to go on.

I left Roswell right after he did, to come to LA, and become a singer. It didn’t work out. I had some really bad times, without any money, or a job. Then life threw more obstacles in my way and made it impossible for me to perform. I wouldn’t have it ant other way though. I love Alice so much, she's my everything. Music seems so unimportant next to her.

I became a song writer, something I love more than singing if that’s possible. And it worked. Success makes me happy. I write songs about worlds that are far away, loves that are doomed to perish, babies that save lost souls… People usually don’t get the meaning behind them, but who cares? It’s okay as long as I get to pour them out, instead of bottling it up inside.

I have lots of men in my life. People think I'm a slut I guess. No. I'm not a slut. I'm just looking for the one to fill the void in me. When I find him I'll stop searching, and hang on to him tightly. I don’t think I can handle losing my heart twice.

That’s what I'm doing with Richard right now. We’re sitting on the couch sipping our wines and watching my magnificent backyard. I know he's not the one though, I realized it the moment my hand brushed his as I handed him his wine. It doesn’t matter really, I'm used to this by now. I'll just have some fun chatting with him, then tell him that I need to wake up early tomorrow.

When I first started this search, I used to spend the night with the guys. I hoped to feel a spark as I let them touch me more intimately, but after a couple of nights with different men, I realized it wasn’t going to work. They were all great people, but I felt even more empty as I felt them get lost in me while all I could do was watch.

No passion, no great ecstasy, no love…

I remember how he made me feel. That night, our first and last, I felt my love and passion bursting out of me, threatening to tear my body apart with its intensity. I never felt that again, but I refuse to believe I never will. There has to be someone out there. There has to be…

- - -

Michael jumped on the roof of a big beautiful house to follow the running guy. It was amazing the things he could do with just a little bit of energy in the right direction. People thought he could fly. They cracked him up.

He was in a neighborhood he usually didn’t come. It was a neat place, where rich people lived, in their big houses with security. They could take care of themselves, they didn’t need him.

The guy was running fast and the roof wasn’t the greatest place to run. He extended his hand and sent him flying down to a backyard. He hoped there wasn’t a pool, or the guy would probably drown. But it wasn’t his fault, he should've stopped running dammit!

He jumped down and landed on his feet. It was a reflex now, he didn’t even have to think about it. He grabbed the guy from his collar and put on the handcuffs. They were the only solid weapon he carried. His powers were all he needed, but since he preferred not to face the police, handcuffs were a necessity.

Dropping the unconscious guy on the ground, he felt something behind him. Something familiar. His sixth sense was something he had learned to trust. Was that the sixth though, he wasn’t sure. He suspected to have much more than humans.

He turned back facing the house, and found himself face to face with a woman and a man, standing in front of the glass door with wine glasses in their hands. Then he saw the woman drop the glass in her hand. It landed on the white carpet, spilling the red liquid around.

He raised his head to meet her eyes and stopped dead in his tracks. Her hair was long but not blond anymore, but those eyes… His heart knew those eyes too well. He was in love with those eyes.

Maria stood still and watched his face. She was scared to move. What if he left? What if it was a dream? What if she had finally lost it?

She took one step in his direction and sighed with relief when he didn’t move. She placed her shaking hand on the glass door, looking in his eyes, begging him to not leave her once more.

Michael looked at her palm as if in a daze and placed his larger hand to cover hers. He saw her smile, and step a little bit closer. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t talk… He just stood there, and savored the moment. He wasn’t even touching her but he could feel his skin tingling. Then he remembered the other person in the room, and his eyes found him. He looked at the guy, then at Maria, and then their hands. He was about to pull his hand back when he heard her voice.

“Richard, leave!”

It had been so long since he'd last heard her talk. Too damn long. Her voice surrounded him like a blanket and warmed his trembling body.

Richard looked at Maria, and was about to protest, but Maria turned her gaze from Michael to him and her death glare made him forget what he was about to say. “Right,” he croaked out, and grabbing his jacket he left the two strangest people he'd ever seen alone.

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