Leylan Lao. "

Leylan lifted his head in disbelief and looked straight into the blue eyes of the person opposite; she was wrong: her eyes were not like the bright sky of a wonderful summer day, but the hard tips of an iceberg, so unyielding and iron that even Leylan worried.
Meanwhile, the rest of the team and reporters poured through the exit, but didn't seem to take any notice of the two women on the edge.

Leylan really didn't notice Tyson, Ray and Mariah, but Tala and Max gave her questioning looks, but streamed out into the lobby with the crowd.

"So, have you become mute too? How sad ... it won't save you anyway.", Said the woman with the frightening eyes and took another step towards Leylan.

"Damn you, you level-headed fashion doll. If anyone here should beg for rescue, it's you!"

A voice so cold and cutting that it would be impossible to ignore it and ignore it. Kai suddenly stood right behind Leylan, his eyes resembling hardened lava, and looked menacingly down at the journalist. But she was not ready to give up her position and went on the offensive."Oh Kai, such a beautiful man like you shouldn't waste his time with someone like that. And anyway, how do you get that I don't have a level? Come here and I'll show you how exquisite it is.", She purred seductively and stepped close to Kai. She raised her hand and was about to stroke his cheek tenderly, when his hand shot out and encircled her wrist.

"One more word, cheap bastard, and you can wear a decorative cast on your arm soon," he replied indifferently, his voice still resembling an arctic blizzard. She just smiled and stroked his chest with her free hand; obviously she didn't take him seriously.

Something that Kai didn't like. With a sly smile on his face, he squeezed.
CRACK
A sharp scream escaped the woman whose wrist he cracked. She stared at him with frightened eyes, tore herself free with a single hasty movement and hissed: "How can you? It almost really broke!"

And with a look at, which froze into a pillar of salt, Leylan: "Ha, no matter what you do - I'll find out where your little friend has been hiding for 3 ½ years!"

Fearing further attacks on the part of Kai, she grabbed her handbag and rushed out, furious.
Back in the now deserted room, Leylan and Kai stayed.

He was still standing behind her, she thought she could feel his breath on her bare shoulder. They remained motionless in this position, neither of them daring to take a step. Leylan knew that this time she couldn't help but thank Kai for his actions, but she still couldn't think of the right words.

On top of that, she was angry, angry with herself as she could only have been so perplexed and speechless. Why she wouldn’t have simply put this insolent person in her place and got rid of her, no, instead she stood rooted to the spot and with a paralyzed tongue and let Kai help her, especially Kai.She bit her lip; probably too tight because a moment later she tasted blood and a thin trickle spread out on her lip.

"You're bleeding," his voice came softly to her ear and in the next moment he was standing in front of her, just as close as before. He was only a few inches taller than she, and their eyes met almost automatically.

Hot, liquid lava hit her and suddenly the previously indistinct feeling prevailed. Affection, a real wave of affection rose up in her and, terrified, she had to notice that hot tears were about to reach the surface like torrents. Angry, she pushed her back and quickly bowed her head - she would not allow herself such nakedness in front of Kai.
He felt alien to his own actions, didn't really know how to deal with the situation that had arisen. But that was only what happened to his mind, his body, however, seemed to know exactly what to do now or rather what it was asking for. He looked down at Leylan as she kept her head bowed and the flood of black hair pulled a curtain around her face.

It was wrong, everything was wrong.

How they faced each other, how they didn't know with which apt words they were supposed to scare each other off again and, above all, the recurring closeness, very suddenly, very unplanned.

She was just there and Kai didn't quite know what depths of feeling she had risen from and yet he knew that it shouldn't be.

But who cared about this ...
"You're bleeding," he repeated and gently put his hand under her chin to straighten her head slightly. She was silent. The eyes fixed on his, obscure, dark.

His thumb carefully ran over her lip, which was bleeding slightly, wiping the blood away and the resulting silence was almost palpable. And yet it was not uncomfortable, it was not of the embarrassed or embarrassing kind but its own, individual silence.It lay over them like a bittersweet, reviewing memory of times past, of times that they longed for despite all resistance.

A thin, tender voice within them asked for it, called them back the bewitchingly beautiful memory and made them both stumble in their serious and energetic walk, far away from their longings and memories.

"Thanks ... Kai.", Leylan said, his voice firm and yet uncertain. She could not take her gaze from his warm eyes, wanted to suck in every facet of these soul mirrors in order to carefully preserve them, like others a valuable treasure.

"What is it, Leylan? What is it that makes us drift so apart that the ground rips open beneath us and creates a seemingly insurmountable chasm?"
This sudden change of subject in no way irritated Leylan, she had expected it. Definitely she released himself from his grip, tore her gaze away from those pulsating eyes and replied: "You are the reason. Not what was the problem, not what surrounds us, but you, you all alone Kai. Your inability to make a final decision meet your inability to let the past rest, to end it or to dare to start over.

It's over."

A pin, it would have been heard.

Silence, not even a breeze. Liquid lava froze to a hard stone, stunned, speechless. He had heard her words but refused to accept their meaning. It couldn't be, it just couldn't be. It was as if something had burst deep inside him, as if the secretly cherished hope was shattering.

And there it was, the bitter realization of his mistake. How he could have expected to just let her go like that, just to be able to forget the past. He hated himself for it, but even more he hated Leylan the way she looked at him with a cold look, not making a face at such final words and he felt strangely betrayed, as if he were the only one with hope in his heart.Filled with sudden anger, he grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and called out in a loud voice: "Over? It was never over, Leylan! It is not over!"
The pure surprise was immediately apparent on Leylan's serious features, no, she really hadn't expected that. She would never have expected to see Kai so impulsively again.

A short flicker on the dark lake surface and a blink of an eye later it was gone and again mute, deeply dark eyes looked at him.

It did somersaults in her head, everything went haywire. How could she have suspected that Kai still did not let go of what existed between them, whatever one might call it and, above all, defended it like a lion?

She was strong, very much. She was patient enough. She was persistent, for a lifetime.

But even these optimal dispositions could no longer bear it; Kai's eternal back and forth, his conflict between pride, hurt, pain, affection, hope, longing.

Kai sat all the bad things of his life so far too deep in his bones, too deep to bury it for good. Because he could never forget, just buried deeply, very deeply.

She wanted to help him, wanted to find the deepest possible place with him where he could bury all the bad things that still bothered him so much ... but he himself seemed to guard these memories like a treasure.
It also weighed on something; the great burden was heavy. Loaded like a ton on her shoulders, albeit strong, and let them run out of breath faster, faster. Sometimes you have to weigh up, choose between what you are ready to fight for and what you are meant to fight for.
She gently loosened his hands from her bare shoulders, looked him openly and directly into the crimson eyes and said: "Your pain knows no bounds and I know that, yes I know it and have never forgotten it.Especially since I contributed to it myself. Do you think every one of my memories brings tears of joy to my eyes, don't you think that I also think back to a lot with pain? That's the way things are, Kai, and we won't be able to change it. Only the extent of the pain creates boundaries and differences. I don't presume to weight yours; I couldn't.
And yet, I was always ready to give you a helping hand regardless of your often dismissive nature ... but if you can't even forgive yourself, how can you forgive others?

I am not a psychologist and to be honest, I am afraid of bumping into things inside you that will make me feel insecure again and that will remind me that your pain is completely beyond the measurable ... Anyway, lies in front of me Important and I can no longer deal with our broken relationship, which you apparently don't see as unimportant after all. I think now we are finally at the point of the business relationship. See you, Kai. "
A quick touch on the shoulder and he was alone.

Silence, silence in his head and all around him, so that he almost loathed her. As if after a short circuit, Kai stood with his back to the door, motionless, frozen inwardly and outwardly, with a blank look and numb limbs.

And then something happened that some time ago he would have been ashamed of until the end of his life. Two lonely tears ran lost and uncertain down his cheeks, moistened dry lips, reached his throat and finally breathed their life out in silence on his chest.

He thought of absolutely nothing, the head resembling an empty station hall,