As the weeks turned into months, Haven found himself getting closer to Vanessa, despite his best endeavors to keep his distance. The lines between friendship and something more gotta be progressively troublesome to maintain. One evening, as they sat together on the couch, the TV flashing in the background, Haven felt the pressure between them at long last snap. Without considering, he came to her, pulling her into a kiss that was as much an act of franticness because it was craving. Vanessa reacted immediately, her hands tangling in his hair, her body squeezing against his. For a minute, it felt like everything had fallen into place, like the universe had adjusted to bring them back together. But as they pulled apart, breathless and shaken, reality came crashing down. “I shouldn’t have done that,” Haven said, running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry.” Vanessa shook her head, her fingers brushing against his cheek. “Don’t apologise, haven this was bound to happen eventually.” H
Haven felt a glint of something, gratitude, fondness, but moreover perplexity. Vanessa had been a constant in his life, but the way she was looking at him now, he wasn’t sure what that meant any longer. He moved in his seat, uncertain how to reply. The door to the café opened again, and someone walked in, giggling, holding hands. Haven’s eyes took after them, and for a minute, he saw himself and Alexis, how they used to be, how happy they once were. Vanessa took note of his distraction and leaned back in her chair. “Still thinking about her?” she inquired, her voice tender. Haven murmured, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know. It’s hard not to, you know? She was my everything, and now she’s...gone.” Vanessa comes over to the table, her fingers brushing against his. “I get it, Haven. But she’s the one who left. You deserve to be happy, too.” Haven looked down at their hands, her touch warm and consoling. He knew she was right, but it wasn’t that easy. He pulled his hand
Haven gazed at the screen, his heart beating. Haven stared at his phone, the screen illuminating his face in the dim light of his room. Alexis’s message lingered, a simple question, yet it felt loaded with significance. He had never felt so unsure before. Each word she sent seemed to pulse with meaning, leaving him fidgeting with anxiety.He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to shake off the unease. Should he reply with something casual? Funny? Or was this a moment that called for sincerity? He couldn’t remember feeling this way about anyone before, his heart raced, and his palms were clammy.Haven glanced at the clock, counting down the seconds as he re-read her message. A part of him wanted to overanalyze every detail, while another part urged him to just respond and put an end to the torment. He typed a few responses, only to delete them moments later.“What if I say the wrong thing?” he thought, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. The weight of his uncertainty pressed down
The statement that had been biting at him for a long time, buried underneath the surface but now flaring up like a new wound. Vanessa didn’t wince this time. She held his look, her eyes softening as she talked. “It wasn’t about you not being enough, Haven. We were youthful, confused, and we didn’t know how to communicate. We were both stubborn, trying to drive something that wasn’t prepared. We made mistakes, both of us.” Haven clenched his jaw, gulping the knot in his throat. He needed to contend, to thrust her away like he had within the past. But deep down, he knew she was right. Vanessa moved, her hand impulses moving to her stomach. “Look, I didn’t come here to dig up old wounds. I came since I know what it’s like to feel lost. You don’t have to go through this alone.” Haven looked at her, truly looked at her, for the first time in a long time. She wasn’t the same person he had been hitched to, and not one or the other was he. They had both changed,grown, possibly indeed mend
Haven leaned against the windowpane, looking out at the cold morning light breaking through the gray clouds. It had been months since Alexis left, however the space in his heart hadn’t reduced. He still woke up some evenings coming out for her, as if to feel the empty space in his bed, a void as deep as the one she left in his life. Now, the torment felt fresher, more lively, as news of Alexis's engagement to Matthew had spread like fierce blaze. He recoiled at the thought of them together, the thoughts of their battles, their cold hushes now supplanted by pictures of her snickering with another man. But it wasn’t just the smiles; it was the wedding. Alexis was arranging her wedding to Matthew, and each step forward she took was like a nail driven into Haven’s heart. “Haven, man, you’ve need to move on,” his friend Malik had told him over drinks the night before. “It’s not like you didn’t see this coming. You’ve been holding onto something that’s long gone. She’s not coming back.”
Haven didn’t know why he chose to go to the coffee shop that evening. Maybe it was propensity, or possibly he was just trying to elude the limits of his house and the perpetual thoughts swirling in his mind. He requested a dark coffee, found a seat in the corner, and tried to lose himself in a book. But as he sat there, flipping through pages without pursuing a single word, he listened to a recognizable voice. His heart stilled. Alexis. She was sitting just a number of tables away, snickering softly with her friends and talking about wedding plans. And next to her, Matthew, tall, the man who had taken his place in her life. Haven’s breath caught in his throat. He hadn’t seen her since she’d left him, and hadn't talked to her since the breakup. Seeing her now, gleaming with joy, felt like a punch to his intestine. Without thinking, he stood up, expecting to leave. He couldn’t handle this, not nowadays. But as he turned, his eyes met Alexis’s. She solidified, her smile disappearing,
Haven gazed at the coffee glass before him, the steam rising gradually, disseminating into the cool air. His fingers followed the edge of the ceramic edge, but his mind was far away, lost in an ocean of tangled thoughts and feelings. Alexis’ snicker reverberated in his head, frequenting him. He could nearly see her, the way she used to sit over from him at the café, her hands wrapped around her own face, eyes filled with the warmth of shared minutes. That was a year back. Now, Alexis was planning to wed somebody else, Matthew. His chest fixed as he thought of it. It wasn’t the reality that she left. It was the suddenness of it, the way their once-perfect life had come slamming down in a matter of months. He hadn’t seen it coming, hadn’t been ready for the hurricane that had turned his world upside down. One minute, they were arranging their future together, and the next, she was gone. Haven pulled himself back to the show, shaking his head as if to clear the cobwebs. He looked up jus
"I’m sorry, Haven. I trust you to find peace." Peace. He sneered. How could he find peace when everything still felt so unsettled? He placed his phone away and stood up, choosing that staying in the café wasn’t going to help. He needed to clear his head.Afterward that evening, Haven found himself standing outside the old loft he and Alexis had shared. It was interesting being here once more. The place had been empty since Alexis moved out, and now someone else lived there. But the memories waited, as new as ever. He didn’t know why he’d come. Perhaps it was to discover closure, or perhaps he was just tormenting himself. Either way, standing here felt like confronting his past head-on. He had to make a choice. All of a sudden, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, seeing a message from Vanessa. "Hello, I’m back home. Let me know if you need to come over and talk." Haven gazed at the message for a minute, his mind hustling. He cared about Vanessa, but he couldn’t shake t
“Did you hear that Haven got a huge contract deal? I continuously knew he’d arrive on his feet,” Alexis commented one day over brunch with friends. Her voice was casual, but there was a glimmer in her eyes, one that hadn’t been there in a long time. Matthew took note of it as well, and it chewed at him. To begin with, it appeared harmless, just sitting still in conversation, about an ex. Everybody does it, right? But as Haven’s name crawled up more habitually, a shadow of envy started to cloud Matthew’s mind. He tried brushing it off. "Why do you care what he’s doing?" Matthew inquired one evening, casually mixing his drink. Alexis looked up from her phone, her expression garbled. "I don’t. It’s just... curiosity, that’s all. I thought he'd separate after the divorce, but it looks like he’s doing better than ever." Matthew gritted his teeth but constrained a grin. "Great for him, I guess." Haven hadn’t expected Alexis to take note of his success, or care. But it didn’t take long
Alexis's voice calmed down. "Take care of Haven." He stopped talking, emotions swirling through him. A part of him wanted to scream, to let go of the anger and pain that stuck with him like a second skin. But another part - the part that has already started to be built - will be released.Two days later he called. "Mrs, Rennie's voice is clear and professional. Altheon has decided to proceed with your request. Thank you." Haven was silent for a moment, relief washing over him like a tidal wave, almost knocking him off balance. "Thank you, Mrs. Chambers," he managed to say. "I won't let you down." "I hope not," Reni replied. "Our team will contact you to complete the paperwork." Haven hung up and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He has done it. That night, Haven found him in a small village near his house, milking whiskey on the rocks. The site was quiet, with the faint hum of conversation settling in the background. His phone buzzed with a text from Darnell: You d
He then hugged her and gave her a kiss on her forehead. Vanessa felt so secured and relaxed almost immediately but Haven knew there was more adventure to come from here with Vanessa over-commitment. He couldn’t say no to her anymore, he loved her and he just wanted her to stay and be with him always but he respected boundaries over everything.Haven stood in front of the windows of his house and saw the first sign of sunrise in the city skyline. The distant rumble of the morning traffic was faint, but a sense of life returned to the town with him. Haven's name hasn't been associated with anything good for months. His reputation, solid in the business world, has been thrown into the dirt since his wife left him for another man, Matthew, his former best friend. The tragedy sent waves through his personal and professional life, leaving Haven struggling to recover from the tragedy. Now he has a chance to change everything. Today he is about to sign a major business deal, one that could
“I’ve been through that before. I’m not going to let it happen again.” Haven mollified marginally, detecting the helplessness underneath her words. “I get that, Vanessa. I do. But I’m not him. I’m not going anywhere.” She was calm for a moment. “Promise?” Haven murmured, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, I promise.” Vanessa’s quiet settled like a cover over the discussion. At that point, unexpectedly, she said, “I’m coming over.” Haven scowled. “Now? It’s late.” “I don’t care. I ought to see you.” Before he could dissent, the line went dead. Haven gazed at his phone in skepticism. “Damn it.” He reviled beneath his breath. Forty minutes later, a knock shook his front door. Haven dragged himself off the couch and opened it to discover Vanessa standing there. She wore tight pants and an larger than average hoodie, her dark hair pulled into a tall bun. Her eyes looked at his face the moment the door swung open. “You didn’t seem that tired,” she said with a black out smile, vent
“I did,” Alexis answered, assembling his look. “I needed to see Fiona.” Matthew’s jaw clenched. “We had things to do, Alexis. You chose her over me.” “That’s not fair,” she said, her voice trembling. “I’m permitted to spend time with my friends. This wedding doesn’t mean I need to give up everything else.” He took a step toward her, his eyes dim and difficult. “When you wed somebody, they ended your need. I thought you caught on to that.” “I do,” she whispered. “But I need space as well, Matthew. I can’t live like this, constantly stressed about annoying you.” Matthew’s expression flickered with something unreadable, hurt, outrage, or possibly fear. “I’m trying to protect you, Alexis. I just don’t want to lose you.” “I’m not going anywhere,” she said softly. “But I need you to believe me. If you can’t do that... possibly we shouldn’t get married.” The words hung between them, overwhelming and last. For a minute, Matthew just gazed at her, as if trying to choose whether to fight
Alexis felt a chill creep up her spine. It wasn’t the first time he’d acted like this, his words wrapped in sweetness but with a suggestion of something unsettling. Still, she smiles, pushing away the questions inching into her mind. He’s just defensive, she told herself. Nothing wrong with that. “Sorry, Matthew,” she mumbled, constraining a little snicker. “Next time, I’ll keep my phone on me.” He came over to the table and put his hand over hers, pressing a bit as well firmly. “I don’t like feeling disregarded. You get it, right?” She gestured, indeed in spite of the fact that her intestine bent. “Of course. It won’t happen again.” Satisfied, Matthew leaned back in his chair, the pressure in his pose facilitating. “Good. I just care about you, Alexis. That’s all.” But something about the way he said it made the words feel like a caution. Later that evening, Alexis sat on her bed, looking over through old pictures on her phone. Most of the photographs were from the early days of
"I’m sorry, Haven. I trust you to find peace." Peace. He sneered. How could he find peace when everything still felt so unsettled? He placed his phone away and stood up, choosing that staying in the café wasn’t going to help. He needed to clear his head.Afterward that evening, Haven found himself standing outside the old loft he and Alexis had shared. It was interesting being here once more. The place had been empty since Alexis moved out, and now someone else lived there. But the memories waited, as new as ever. He didn’t know why he’d come. Perhaps it was to discover closure, or perhaps he was just tormenting himself. Either way, standing here felt like confronting his past head-on. He had to make a choice. All of a sudden, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, seeing a message from Vanessa. "Hello, I’m back home. Let me know if you need to come over and talk." Haven gazed at the message for a minute, his mind hustling. He cared about Vanessa, but he couldn’t shake t
Haven gazed at the coffee glass before him, the steam rising gradually, disseminating into the cool air. His fingers followed the edge of the ceramic edge, but his mind was far away, lost in an ocean of tangled thoughts and feelings. Alexis’ snicker reverberated in his head, frequenting him. He could nearly see her, the way she used to sit over from him at the café, her hands wrapped around her own face, eyes filled with the warmth of shared minutes. That was a year back. Now, Alexis was planning to wed somebody else, Matthew. His chest fixed as he thought of it. It wasn’t the reality that she left. It was the suddenness of it, the way their once-perfect life had come slamming down in a matter of months. He hadn’t seen it coming, hadn’t been ready for the hurricane that had turned his world upside down. One minute, they were arranging their future together, and the next, she was gone. Haven pulled himself back to the show, shaking his head as if to clear the cobwebs. He looked up jus
Haven didn’t know why he chose to go to the coffee shop that evening. Maybe it was propensity, or possibly he was just trying to elude the limits of his house and the perpetual thoughts swirling in his mind. He requested a dark coffee, found a seat in the corner, and tried to lose himself in a book. But as he sat there, flipping through pages without pursuing a single word, he listened to a recognizable voice. His heart stilled. Alexis. She was sitting just a number of tables away, snickering softly with her friends and talking about wedding plans. And next to her, Matthew, tall, the man who had taken his place in her life. Haven’s breath caught in his throat. He hadn’t seen her since she’d left him, and hadn't talked to her since the breakup. Seeing her now, gleaming with joy, felt like a punch to his intestine. Without thinking, he stood up, expecting to leave. He couldn’t handle this, not nowadays. But as he turned, his eyes met Alexis’s. She solidified, her smile disappearing,