Soap — Dancing With Your Ghost

The universe had a cruel sense of humor. It was the only explanation you could find for what was happening.

Of all the cafes in the city, of all the available tables, of all the people you could have seen that morning.

You had to run into him, Johnny MacTavish, the man who broke your heart, you recognized him immediately.

That smile, that messy hair, those eyes that were once your favorite place.

For a moment you thought about getting up and leaving, but it was too late, because he had also seen you and from the expression on his face, you knew exactly what he was thinking.

Regret gripped Johnny, who stood motionless, as if unsure he had the right to approach. Finally, he placed his cup on the table and walked toward you.

Slow, cautious, like someone approaching a bomb that could explode at any moment.

When she arrived in front of you, her smile disappeared.

Soap: Hi, honey...

The word died on her lips when she realized she could no longer call you that.

His gaze fell to the ground and for the first time since you had known him, Johnny MacTavish looked completely defeated.

Soap: I'm sorry.

It wasn't an explanation, or it was an excuse, just two words, two words that came too late.