After my shaky hand knocked it was silent for a few seconds but then the door opened. Kris was standing there in sweats, his (now long) hair in a half updo. He made a weird face expression when he realized I was standing there. I took a breath again, pulled his face to mine and kissed him. He was confused at first but quickly pulled me closer and kissed me back. My fingers were tangled in his hair, and his were tight around my waist. I realised how much I missed this. How much I missed him and how much I missed kissing him. I felt tears on my cheeks again.
He pulled away when he realised it but instead pulled me into a hug.

-I am sorry-I repeated while he was hugging me
-Shh, lets go inside.-he said calmly

We entered the house and he lead me to the living room.
I sat on the couch and he got me a glass of water which I drank almost immediately.

-We have a long talk comming.-he said and smiled
-Yes we do.-I said as I looked up to his face
-Two years man...-he smiled again
-Well, I think now's the time to update eachother and talk about everything that happened.-I smiled weakly-But before we start talking about anything I want to say sorry once more because I still feel so bad. You were going trough a rough time then and I just made it worse.-I said looking down at my hands.
-Don't feel bad. It was also my fault. I didn't want to listen to you. I should have stayed and heard from you what happened.-he said putting his hand over mine

And that is how our conversation started. We talked for hours and hours.
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I woke up with my head on his shoulder. We both fell asleep sitting on the couch. He was still sleeping. I smiled to myself. It was an incredible feeling to see him and be like this after such a long time.
At the end we both decided to start again and forget about what happened. We, I mean I had a slight problem, how to break up with Ali. He probably already knew where I was and what was I planning to do because half of the missed calls were from him, and he also saw my story on instagram. I felt Kris move. He  woke up.

-Good morning.-he said and smiled

I forgot how much I missed that smile.

-Good morning to you too.-I said smiling back

I told him yesterday that I had to go back to Croatia today in the evening. I wanted to stay but this time I really couldn't.
He made us breakfast. It was so good and at this point I was pretty sure he knew how to cook way better than me.
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We spent the rest of the day together. Went for a walk, met with Misha who almost choked when he saw me. He knew I was gonna do something, but he surely didn't expect me to come to Moscow that exact day. When Kris found out that Misha took a picture of his diary, he wanted to kill him at first, but he actually thanked him later. It was funny. All that I had with me was a backpack that I was carrying with me all the time, both of them later went with me to the airport. It was hard leaving him but I had to.
He hugged me and lightly kissed me and I went inside.
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Again the nervousness was present when I was in an elevator on the way to my apartement. I heard voices, so I knew Ali and Lea were inside. I took a breath. It was time to face them. More like, it was time to face Ali

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A.N.
New chapter!!!! I was supposed to publish it yesterday but I fell asleep and didn't finish it. So there you go. I hope you like it. Stay safe!
Lots of love, Viktorija❤