Violet looked at the man sat opposite her. She felt sick to the pit of her stomach. She knew he was sat just staring at her, watching her crumple the damp tissues in her hand, tear stained from the nightmare an hour earlier. Violet ached to be home, or Als, she wanted to be a million places but here. Not with him and not doing this.

“You shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t…” Violet started.

“Well you are now and so am I and there are a few things we need to discuss.” He interrupted her. His voice was as dark as his eyes, his hair once jet black was now streaked with silver. Maybe older, but still typically him. Violet had never imagined she would see him again, nor did she want too. He couldn’t have picked a worse time. Right now she should be trying to find Steve, make him realise the mistake he’s made and how she can put everything back to the way it was.

Her black coffee hit her hard, brought her back to her senses. Reality had sunk in and now Violet James was switching to kick ass mode.

“There is nothing I want to say to you, nor is there anything I want to hear. We have nothing, not one solitary thing to discuss!” She grabbed her purse, threw cash onto the table and stormed out of the coffee shop.

“Violet Carter” She heard him shout after her. Anger tore through her like a flame. How dare he come into her life this way, after all this time, he had put everything behind her.

“JAMES! Violet James,” she yelled without turning back.

Her earlier tears had returned, but this was nothing to do with Steve. This was anger.

“You can change your name but you can not change your past.” His hand gripped her shoulder, “ I’ll take you home.” She scowled at the man leading her towards a nearby parked car, she wanted him to know she was not going to make this easy.

The End

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