The following takes place...

... between a breaking news and a broken heart.

This is a love story.

Day 1, first halve.

You hated it.
You didn't even know what it was all about.
The only thing you know is that your dad watches it. And seems to like. But no, not you.
Not a stupid show that has a clock appearing on the screen every 20 goddamnit minutes.

Day 1, second halve.

You hated him.
That slim, looking like latin guy.
Tony Almeida.
You just hated him.
Who the hell he think he is to 'steal' Jack Bauer's woman?
Because you liked her.
You trusted her.
You could see how she and that blond guy got along so well. Better than well. Closely.
The blond guy which name was Jack Bauer.
"My name is Jack Bauer and today is the longest day of my life"
The man with a deep, beautiful voice that could shoot a terrorist a mile away.
The hero.
The betrayed hero.
And you started hating her.

Day 2.

You loved him.
The handsome, different and yet the same, latin guy.
And he loved her.
Just like you did. (Do).
Just like him, you can still remember the first time you saw her on your screen.
The first time you saw her smiling.
And you both knew she was the one.
For him. Tony Almeida and...
... Michelle Dessler.
And even though you wouldn't mind with scenes only between the two of them (who cares about a bomb If you get to see them kissing each other oh-so-desperate on a dark aisle?), you can't deny the adrenaline running through your body everytime Jack Bauer makes his appearance.
With a gun.
With a "damn it".
With a mission.
To save us all.

Day 3.

You loved them.
The only thing that kept you from screaming upon seeing their wedding rings was your dad right behind you, sitting in the other sofa. But you smiled. A big, satisfied smile.
They are your first shipper.
Married.
Happy.
Until everything changes.
He gets shot.
She exposes herself to a very, very deadly virus.
He wishes he could be there for her.
He is.
She let him know that "no matter what, the last three years have been the best years of my life".
He can barely breathe.
You can barely breathe.
And then...
She survives.
He had never felt so relieved in his entire life.
- "Michelle... I can't believe I almost lost you."
- "I almost lost you too. But we are still here."
- "Hey... I love you."
- "I love you so much."
You love them so much.
So much you almost can't believe when the mastermind terrorist kidnaps her.
He tries to save her instead of his country.
He does.
She is rescued.
They kiss. Their last kiss before he is sent to jail.
She is alone.
You are alone with that damn season finale.
Oh, and Jack? Not exactly the hero to me in this one.

Day 4.

You miss them.
You don't know a fucking thing about what happened to them.
Are they together?
Are they still loving each other?
Are they even going to show up this time?
Yes.
Suddenly, he is back.
He saves his best friend.
And when she comes back to CTU - just like him -, he (you) knows he saved his life.
They saved each other lives.
Again.
They almost, almost lose each other.
Again.
But he is also rescued.
He also comes back to her arms.
- "I didn't know how much I love you until I thought I lost you."
You didn't know that either.

Day 5.

You lose them.
First her.
And you can't believe in your eyes when her car explodes. When he runs to her, taking her body in his arms just to feel - on his fingertips - that she is dead.
Dead.
You... He felt empty.
Sad.
Out of control.
And so he dies trying to get his revenge. He dies. For her. With her.
You wait - patiently - until Jack Bauer - definitely your hero now - kills the man who killed them both.
You don't feel better.
Somehow, you keep watching your favorite show.

Day 6.

You need them back.
You need a good plot as well.
And the whole season was so bad that you don't even know what to talk about it.
You just know you can't stop watching it. You're engaged to it.
For life.

Day 7.

You get him back.
Him and his hollow eyes. Broken heart. Meaningless life.
Him with his memories. His past. Her.
You find out you can't hate him. Not even after all he had done.
All of that for her.
And their unborn child.
He screams his frustation.
And you want to scream yours.
You just cry instead.

Day 8.

You know it's the end.
And when you're sure about it, you...
Want to feel the last seven days all over again.
_

You already miss it.

Sometimes.

Sometimes it all feels like a dream.
Sometimes you wish it could last forever so the reality wouldn't come back, with its full force, reminding you of your wounds. Your disappointments. Your losses.
Sometimes they are drunk.
Sometimes they just show up uninivited.
Sometimes they are SO wrong.
Sometimes they smile like they mean it.
Sometimes you smile just because the moment asks for it and the past is forgotten for a split second.
Sometimes you gotta fail first, realize that you can actually do it and just... dance.
Sometimes your dance partner is the person who hurt you the most.
Sometimes it's your best friend.
Sometimes it's the man of your life.
Sometimes you are surrounded by people who dislike you but also by people who love you more than you'll ever know. And then, you have one of the best days in a long, long time.
Sometimes you have two amazing days in a row.
Sometimes you and your best friend can work very hard and be happy about it.
Sometimes you just gotta dance again. And again. And again.
Sometimes go to buy food can be the most hilarious experience ever.
Sometimes someone is gonna scream, really scream, in your ear and you'll just love him even more because of it.
Sometimes be starving can be funny.
Sometimes you just gotta hang out with the boys and laugh until tears of happiness start streaming down your face.

Sometimes you post in English and you have no idea why.

Everytime - every single time - "your people" is all you need to be happy.