You and I go hard at each other like we’re going to war

He began to laugh again. When Kat became so funny?
He looked at his wife in anger, "You won't tell her anything! You have no right to make ultimatums! How can you, after all, to come and insist that something? Where have you been in our lives all these years?" now it was definitely. Tomorrow he'll left this place with Jasmin.
"If Jasmin means anything to you, if I mean anything to you, you'll obey me. Jasmin is still small, so you can not complicate her life like that, she's a child, doesn't deserve it!" he looked at her almost pleading. How can she does that to a little girl who is unable to understand such things? He will not let her.

When she slapped him for a moment he was just looking at her in surprise before he again began to laugh. His cheek was throbbing, but he almost didn't notice, much worse was the pain in his heart as he listened to her words.
"Oh, you hate me? Welcome to my world baby!" he said coldly looking at her.
He listened to her words, and an invisible wound on his heart is getting bigger.
"You regret? You see, you left me, but I've never regretted that we had a common past," he said coldly before he left the kitchen.
He set Jasmin to bed and lay down next to her but just could not fall asleep.
So much was on his mind, all he wanted now was to screaming and smashing things around him, the way he mentally broken.
But, alcohol will be fine too.

He descended back down after he took off his shirt and put on the bottom of his pajamas. His hair was pulled into a small ponytail.
While he was with Katrien, his hair has always been short, but after her death he let grow to his shoulders.
His blue eyes were tired, if it is true that the eyes are the mirror of the soul, he wondered what would now be seen in his eyes? Would people be able to see in his blue eyes a little but for the second time a broken heart?
For a small moment, he didn't see that Ev sits on the couch in his living room. He picked up a bottle of tequila from the bar, the one bottle they received from Imogen as a wedding gift, on it is still standing message 'Let this bottle is reminiscent of the day when you meet each other' of course, after he poured a cup of coffee o her shirt on the street, he went with her to a drink to apologize. They both drank tequila.
After he took a good five sips that roasted every nerve in his body, he sat on the couch. Only then he noticed that someone is sitting next to him.
Katrien. She's still here.
"Are we talking the same language? I'm sure I told you to go. If you've forgotten where the exit is, I'll be happy to show you," he said coldly and accusatory, holding a bottle in his lap. He had no strength to even look at her.

"Are we speaking the same language?", Eviolette repeated after him and chuckled, "I don't know Alejandro, sometimes, I suppose. You know I'm Swedish, right?" It was silly remark, but she couldn't let it pass. It seemed impossible to lighten up the atmosphere, so the remark was eaten by silence. She kicked her heels and made herself more comfortable on the sofa, bringing her knees to her chest and resting her chin on top of them. After a quick glance in Alejandro's direction she sighed and returned her head on her knees, she wondered if he would ever give up, yet he was still so damn stubborn, a virtue she always liked about him. Well, among other things.

"I will not leave, so you can stop saying that and offer me some of that tequila. Everything started with tequila, so why wouldn't everything end with tequila as well?" Or start again? That wasn't something Eviolette even considered an option. She waited in silence, listening his deep breathing and counting seconds. It was a good thing, right? Deep breathing meant he's calmer than he was when he stormed out and asked her to leave, she'd like to have an ability to shut her thoughts, it would come in handy in moments like this one.

She extended her hand brushing his neck and rested her forearm on his shoulder waiting for him to give her a bottle of much needed drink. "Alejandro. Bottle. Now." She extended her arm further and smirked at him. "Don't be a tease."

She pulled her arm back gripping cold glass of bottle, and took a sip, then quickly returned the bottle to Alejandro. She swallowed with tears in her eyes, barely keeping herself from spilling the liquid on the floor. She coughed, but her cough transformed into laughter. "Imogen surely tried to kill us with this bottle." They didn't even had any limes and salt to drink it properly, yet she wouldn't trade this moment for anything.

"You know what I meant. Or will help if I try in Swedish? You taught me some words," he said mockingly before he took another big swig of tequila. Why does not she just leave? Why does not she go back where she came from and let him get on with his life? True, it was very difficult without her, but he learned how to survive the hard time.
Instead of leaving, he heard that she took off her high heels and comfortably settled on the couch.
This deserves two sips.

He heard her words but said nothing.
Well, let her be. If she wants to be here at this time, he'll let here be here, but he won't facilitate that to her.
He closed his eyes for a few moments and completely focused his mind on his breathing.
Take a deep breath - he repeated it in his mind like a mantra. The only thing that can help him to not become completely crazy now.
Another sip.
Then another.
With each sip, tequila was less searing his body. Instead of the original sense of the fire inflammation in his lungs and stomach, is now brought only bliss.
That's what the alcohol serve.
Well, let him be accursed but should pay tribute to the one who invented this holy drink.

He felt something. Movement.
The movement because of which he shuddered involuntarily.
Wait, that's her arm.
What is she doing? Why is she behaving as if they were friends or maybe even still together.
"Take. Your. Hand. Off. Me. NOW.," said slowly but coldly and angry at the same time, but at the same time so peaceful. How dare she touch him?
He hates her, but even more he hates himself because even that little innocent touch feels like before.

He looked at the bottle when she gave it back to him.
He stared numbly into a colorless liquid and is not managed and not laugh secretly when she started coughing.
"Good old Imogen" began almost singing.
"We should make a toast to that, who knows, might it even be succeed," he raised his bottle in the air as to a toast and then took a new five sips.
Yes. Pure bliss.
Everything has become blurred, and his feelings blunt. Damn, he forgot how quickly tequila effect.
Just like that, he began to laugh.
The reason is not known, but there's something in all of this was very comical.
He looked at her. Suddenly, he got the desire to touch her hair.
A small voice in his head told him not to do it, but he managed to suppress the little voice that is probably the only sober.
He reached out and touched a strand of her hair. A strange color.
However, the more he liked her old hairstyle, though her hair was still soft as before.

"Oh, please don't. You were always a lost case when it comes to learning Swedish." Eviolette chucked without looking at him. In order to seem nonchalant she was examing her own nails. They were short and bare, she found pointless painting them because she wore gloves half of the time. "Easy there." She scowled seeing him taking another sip, hoping that her leaving didn't turn him into an alcoholic.

Or was it a good thing? It would be easier to take Jasmin away from him if he was an alcoholic. Every judge would rule in her benefit. However she couldn't do it since her true identity would be revealed that way. Only Katrien Faulkner could do that and she buried her long time ago accepting Eviolette Blackburn as her new identity. There need to be another way. Science has proven that there are always many possible escapes from every situation, and although a witch, Katrien, or now Eviolette, was a scientist too.

Eviolette let him drink in silence, watching him. Was he always like this, but she was too blindfolded with her love for him to see the real Alejandro Faulkner. Was he always like this or it is her that makes him act this way? Does her presence poison his soul? Like a dementor, feeding from him until there's nothing left.

Seeing him reaching for her she was painfully still, waiting to see what is he going to do. Nervous because she didn't know his intentions, she couldn't hide she was also partly excited. Ev moved closer, an idea forming in her mind, a perfect way to win her old life back, to win her daughter back, and sighed when his hand touched a strand of her hair, swirling it in his fingers. "Do you remember?" She raised her head, finally looking in his eyes. "Do you remember how good it used to be?"

He frowned and shook his head.
"Don't insult me, I wasn't that bad. But languages ​​have never been my strong suit" he shrugged without having looked into her. How he could look at her after all?
Instead, he stared at the bottle as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. As if it is the crystal ball that will tell him at once what to do.
When he heard her words just smiled coldly.
"What's the problem Katrien? This what you see, you turned me into it. Be proud, because this is your merit completely" he said solemnly as if to announce some important news.
He never confessed to anybody how much she actually destroyed him.

Finally, he dropped the bottle on the table.
"You're not gonna turn me into alcoholic" he whispered softly to himself.
He pulled out his wand, swung it and bottle floated back to the commode, which closed with a throbbing.
For a few minutes he was playing with her hair in silence, carefully studying it.
Really, why she did this to her hair? In his opinion, her long, blonde hair was the one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen.
When he heard her question for a moment he was quiet and then smiled faintly.
"Do Iremember?" he repeated her question silently.
"Do I remember what? I remember the first day I saw you. I spilled coffee on you. My God, how you were then angry" he shook his head, laughing. For the first time tonight, he was talking casually, perhaps even gently.

"I remember you said you will go out with me, you said you'd only with tequila forgive me because I ruined your shirt. I remember I was there for you every time you were crying, because guy hurt you. I remember that you always attacked me when I hurt a girl" he moved his fingers from her hair and put his palm down on her cheek.
"I remember the moment when I realized that I love you. I was looking for the perfect girl, one morning I woke up and realized that my perfect girl was there, in front of me" he lowered his hand down, first to her neck, and shoulders until finally he found to her hand and took her to his.
"I remember when you first said you love me. The first kiss, then the wedding and the day when you told me you were pregnant. God, there was not a happier person than me" he laughed again while remembering happy memories, he approached her hand to his lips and gently kissed her palm.
"I remember how happy we were. Just when I thought it couldn't be better, you gave birth to our little princess. I wanted Jasmin to be happy in life as I was happy because I had you" he said honestly and looked her in the eyes.

"And then I remember the pain" he let her hand suddenly, at the time anger and coldness appeared in his voice, as if not a few minutes earlier talking quietly and gently.
"I remember when I got the call that you were dead. I remember that my world fell apart. I just wanted to stay in the room until I die, but somewhere in the meantime, I remembered that I have a daughter, I couldn't afford her to lose both parents." said judgmental.
"I remember drinking, me almost on the verge of madness. The robot, which does everything mechanically, as soulless. For the last five years. Until finally it became better. The answer is yes, I remember how it was good, and that's all gone because I gave my heart to a woman who destroyed me " he stood up again and went to take bottle again. So much for the idea that will not drink anymore tonight.