6 different lives, 2 different stories and 2 different fates. Years passed but some things never change, some feelings remain and love can return when you least expect it to. Fate number 1: " Hello." I shuddered at the sound of that velvety voice. My body froze and I suddenly felt weak. I was kneeling down on the floor. My hands dipped in the soil. All I could see was his well shod feet and his expensive black leather shoes. He was back. My God, he was here. I wanted to cry, I wanted to shout as I already knew that his presence was going to change my life again. I may fight him, I may ignore him but I was still into his possession. ______________________________________________________________ Fate number 2 I never thought to have him in front of me after all these years. I wondered if he recognized me. He changed, he's a man now. I should hate him, he caused so much trouble in my family yet I can't. I trembled as I held his medical records in my hand. He was famous now and although he had defied death more than once,his body carried the marks of each challenge. I looked at his x-ray , he was there for a broken arm. He kept staring at me making me feeling uncomfortable under his scrutinizing gaze. His blue eyes deep as the blue sea and his hair black as jet. I found myself staring at his lips, sensual and full. Mick the cowboy, the man of danger, this was how they called him now. I smiled as I remembered how many times we had chatted in the past even though he didn't know it was me. I had loved him in silence since the first time I saw him. " Do I know you? Have we already met somewhere?" He asked. My heart stopped as I found the courage to look at him. Yes you know me, I have always been into your possession even if you don't know it.