Velika: The story of a lover

When she was about to turn around and leave, she heard the car door and she turned around. A young woman walked out and came up to Landon Hetherington and wrapped her arm around his waist, stared at Velika O'Sullivan with a defensive look in her eyes. Landon Hetherington looked at his old lover with triumph.

"I'm his neighbour," Said Velika O'Sullivan, forced out a smile, knowing that she had to talk before the man, "And have a lovely evening."

After that day, Velika O'Sullivan didn't know how much feelings she had left for this man, the man who charmed her, left her hanging and her mind wondering about him for the past few months. Perhaps they really didn't belong, perhaps she would never get a fulfilled relationship with Landon Hetherington, but she would never know, since she didn't even have the chance to get one.

And this was what bothered her, made her want him more even though she knew that she should leave him alone for good. Sierra called her the day after that incidence and told her that the reason she didn't tell Velika O'Sullivan anything about Landon Hetherington after he left her was that, he had been jumping from woman to woman, looking for the one that he could have a long-lasting relationship with but had yet to happen. She never wanted to hurt Velika O'Sullivan's feelings, but she had to admit that she thought that her friend deserved so much better than her boss, who avoided confrontation and hurt her with those irresponsible words.

"There must be a problem of his past," Said Velika O'Sullivan firmly, "Do you know what happened to him in his early childhood? He has an accent, he's not from here, is he?"

"No, he's from Germany," Said Sierra with a sigh, "But does it really matter? I know you, I know you would never give up until you get what you want and then you say so. Velika, darling, let him go, I beg you. He's not yours and you two don't belong. You are not a fixer, you can't fix his problems, no matter what they are. Let him go."

"I guess." Velika O'Sullivan answered with doubt. Even though she promised her friend to move on for the best, she knew that she wouldn't. She was already in close proximity with her crush, and Velika O'Sullivan, just like Sierra said, would not give up until she got what she wanted.

When December hit, the air was slightly chiller than before yet still warmer than other places in this country, Velika O'Sullivan had her turning point in her life regarding to her never successful relationship problems.

It was mid-December, where everyone started slacking off work and expecting the holiday season to come. Even Daniel Heinrich began to take days off even he had no family around, maybe he just needed time off, thought Velika O'Sullivan. She hadn't had a day off for the past three years in her life, all she got was small breaks between two operations. Following Daniel Heinrich to this city could be considered as her break, since she hadn't been on much of intense case for the past, almost half a year.

Velika O'Sullivan was nothing but surprised when drunken Landon Hetherington showed up at her door one night when she was ready to go to sleep. She heard the door-bell rang aggressively and thought that someone might find out who she really was. With the pistol that Blake Konigsberg gave to her, which, matched her tattoo on her hand, she went downstairs quietly and looked through the peephole, and was astonished when she saw that it was only her crush stood out there in the cold in a T-shirt.

"What happened?" She hid her pistol in her closet near the door and let him in. He was drunken but still had some sort of conscious, knew that he was at her door.

"I forgot my keys at home, and my roommate is out of town." He said, while she carried him and put him on to her couch, "I'm sorry to bother you."

"That's fine." She shook her head and sighed, she brought him a glass of water, but he didn't touch it.

At first, he was just sitting there, very quiet to the point that he scared her, then he started trembling like something frightened him, soon after that, he started crying. This was when she sat right next to him and hugged him, had both of her arms around his neck.

"Hey," She said softly, reminded herself of those days when she tried to calm Dean O'Sullivan down from his anxiety and stress, "Landon, tell me what happened, I'm listening."

Velika O'Sullivan knew sober Landon Hetherington would never open up to her, but not drunk Landon Hetherington, drunk Landon Hetherington was like a lost boy, in urge of needing comfort, and Velika O'Sullivan, who was always a fixer, happened to be there.

"Velika, I have a long story to tell." Landon Hetherington hugged her around her waist, and leaned on her shoulder like an insecure child, then, he began his story.