“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
One evening, Matthew chose to go up against Haven specifically. He knew it was trivial, but the thought of Alexis still caring about Haven chewed at him like a chip beneath his skin. Haven was at work when Matthew showed up, his arms crossed and a frown carved on his face. Haven spotted him from a distance and strolled over, wiping sweat from his forehead. "Matthew?" Haven said, shocked. "What are you doing here?" Matthew didn’t bother with little conversation. "We need to talk." Haven raised a forehead but gestured, driving him to a quiet corner away from the crowd. "Okay. What’s this about?" "It’s about Alexis," Matthew said, his voice tight. "I know she’s been talking about you. I need to know what’s going on between you two." Haven crossed his arms, his expression calm but watched. "There’s nothing going on, man. Anything she’s saying, that’s on her. I haven’t come out to her, and I don’t want to." Matthew took a step closer, his jaw tight. "Then why is she still so curious
He replayed their conversations, searching for clues and meaning, trying to decipher Vanessa’s mixed signals. Was she pulling away or just scared? The lack of clarity was maddening, and each day spent overthinking only deepened his frustration. Haven wanted to resolve things, to find a way back to the easy connection they once had, but the weight of the situation felt too much to bear. He sighed, wishing for a simple solution in a world that had become far too complicated. His feelings were a mess, anticipation tangled with an unpretentious fear he couldn’t shake off. He loved Vanessa, or at least he thought he did. But recently, things between them had been... complicated. She had developed a new form of energy, her persistence diminishing, and this evening promised to be another “talk.” The front door squeaked open, and Vanessa walked in without knocking, carrying a sharp vitality with her. Haven looked up, shocked by her brisk entrance. She wore a fitted leather coat and dark pan
Vanessa brought down her look for a moment, rubbing her chin as in case the discussion itself was depleting her. “Haven,” she said softly, her voice presently tinged with pity. “I love you. I truly do. But love isn’t enough if you’re not willing to build something with me. I need soundness. I got to know you’re genuine about us.” Haven’s throat was fixed. The helplessness in her voice cut more deep than her disappointment had. He hated seeing her hurt because of him, but the fear of making the wrong choice still lingered expansive in his mind. “What if I can’t be what you need?” he inquired discreetly. Vanessa’s lips squeezed into a lean line. “Then at least be fair about it. Don’t string me along, trusting you’ll feel prepared one day. If you can’t commit, just say it.” Her words hung in the air like a challenge. Haven gulped hard, feeling the weight to reply. But what could he say? He wasn’t prepared to let her go, however he wasn’t sure he might allow her what she needed. “Van
Vanessa opened her eyes, languid but alarm enough to capture the pressure in his voice. “Haven, what’s going on?” She propped herself up on one elbow, looking at him in the dim light. “You’ve been acting odd lately.” He gave her a tight smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “It’s nothing, Vee. Just work stuff.” She didn’t buy it. Vanessa knew when he was lying, he’d continuously been an appalling liar. She reached out to touch his arm, but he winced, scarcely recognizable, but enough for her to feel it. “That’s not just work.” She sat up completely now, her dim twists tumbling over her shoulders. “You’ve been pulling away for weeks. Talk to me, Haven Please.” The truthfulness in her voice made his throat fix. He needed to give her a reply that would make things better, but he wasn’t even sure what he felt himself. How do you explain to somebody that they’ve gotten to be a placeholder, that their love is alleviating but not enough to fill the void inside you? “I don’t know, Vanessa,”
Haven looked down, incapable of meeting her look. “I know,” he mumbled. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be what you needed.” She stood there for a minute longer, at that point gesturing, as if coming to a choice. “I think you ought to leave.” The irrevocability in her voice smashed something inside him, but he knew she was right. He had no right to ask her to stay in a relationship built on broken promises and unhealed wounds. Haven snatched his coat from the chair, his hands trembling marginally. “I wish things were different,” he said softly. Vanessa gave him a pitiful grin, her eyes tired but steadfast. “Me too.” He wavered at the door, as if trusting for some last-minute respite, some way to make everything right. But there were no more words left to say. With an overwhelming heart, Haven opened the door and walked out into the cool night air. The city buzzed around him, detached to his torment. He stood there for a minute, feeling the weight of his choices settle on his shoulders. A
“By the way, I talked to the location manager. We’re going with the country club. It’s classy and neighborhood, so it’s perfect.” Alexis rectified. “Wait... I thought we were still considering the garden setting? I preferred how open it felt.” “Too much hassle,” he replied without looking up. “And it’s costly. We don’t need all that.” “But—” she began, at that point ceased. Matthew at last looked at her, a shadow of restlessness crossing his confront. “What?” Alexis wavered. “I just... I really liked the plant. It was the first place we looked at, keep in mind? It felt special.” Matthew gave a tight-lipped smile, the kind that didn’t reach his eyes. “Lex, you’re aswell wistful. The country club is better for everybody. Believe me.” She forced a grin, but inside, her dissatisfaction stewed. “Right. Sure.” The conversation finished there, because it regularly did. He continuously had a way of brushing past her concerns with the ease of a wave slamming over a little pebble, sweep
The words stung, indeed in spite of the fact that they were said with a smile. Alexis felt her heart sink advance into question. Later that night, as she lay in bed gazing at the ceiling, she thought of Fiona’s words. Was this truly how she wanted her marriage to be? Continuously compromising, continuously collapsing beneath Matthew’s will? The next morning, Alexis chose to stand up to him once more. As they sat over from each other at breakfast, the weight of implicit words squeezed between them. “Matthew,” she began cautiously, “we got to talk.” He looked up from his phone, scowling. “About what?” “About how things have been,” Alexis said, constraining herself to meet his look. “I feel like I don’t have a voice in any of this. You’re making all the decisions.” Matthew inclined back in his chair, arms crossed. “What are you saying? That I shouldn’t help?” “I’m saying I want us to create these choices together,” Alexis said. “It’s our wedding, not just yours.” Matthew’s expres
"I actually believed that we would eventually have to take sides.” Marcus could vividly recall the memories. He had been friends with Haven since high school, witnessing his journey through a painful breakup with his college girlfriend, who had betrayed him by getting involved with his roommate. Smoothly flowing friendship marked by shared experiences and challenges. The betrayal had caused Haven to build walls so high that they appeared insurmountable. His innate warmth and optimism were buried beneath layers of protective cynicism. When Fiona first re-introduced Alexis to their friend group few months ago, Marcus noticed the same wounded walls in her. Fresh from calling off her engagement to a man who had gradually tried to suppress her sparkle, in an effort to control her better, Alexis was portraying a demeanor characterized by sharp edges and cautious aloofness. Haven and Alexis moved around each other cautiously, like two wary cats, drawn to each other yet filled with insecurit
The park seemed hushed, only the little giggles from the children playing and the jogging steps from around the park seemed to be the only sound apart from the heartbeat of both Haven and Alexis. Haven and Alexis sat across from each other, their gazes locked. Time seemed to stand still as they simply were, their presence filling the space with a quiet intensity. Haven's heart pounded in his chest. He’d never felt this way about anyone before. It was as if he was seeing her for the first time, every detail, every nuance, striking him with a fresh sense of wonder. Her eyes, a deep, captivating brown, held a universe of emotions. He could get lost in them for hours, exploring the depths of her soul. Alexis, too, was lost in the moment. She felt a warmth spreading through her, a comforting familiarity that she hadn’t experienced in a long time. Haven’s gaze was steady and kind, a stark contrast to the chaos that often surrounded her. In his eyes, she saw acceptance, understanding, and
Haven's throat was fixed. He knew precisely what she meant—how they had both lost themselves in the splits and cleft of their fizzled marriage, getting to be individuals they didn’t recognize. "Do you ever think," he said, his voice scarcely capable of being heard, "about what us?" Alexis gave him a sidelong look, her expression softening. "All the time." They fell into a pensive quiet, the kind that comes as it were when two individuals share a history as well complicated for words. "I think," Alexis began gradually, "we were trying so hard to be what we thought the other needed that we overlooked to be ourselves." Haven gestured, her words resounding deeply. "No doubt. I thought I had to be this culminating supplier, continuously solid, continuously in control. But I wasn't truly letting you in. I see that now." "And I kept trying to be this perfect spouse," Alexis included with a little, self-deprecating snicker. "I needed to demonstrate that I was enough, that I coul
Alexis let out a little, severe giggle. “I never stopped caring, Haven. That’s the problem.” The genuineness in her voice cut through him like a knife, more sharp than any offended she may have tossed his way. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “If you never stopped caring, why did you leave?” She hesitated, her expression tormented. “Because I was tired of waiting for you to choose me.” Haven felt the air leaving his lungs as if she had punched him. “What are you talking about? I was continuously there.” “You were physically there,” Alexis whispered, “but your heart was someplace else. Continuously working, continuously building. I needed more than that.” He closed his eyes, blaming wrapping around him like chains. He had worked himself to the bone to donate them both a great life, believing it would be enough. But in the process, he had missed the foremost vital thing—her. “I thought I was doing it for us,” he said, his voice overwhelming with lament.
A minute, the walls around her heart trembling but not very falling. Perhaps, just perhaps, she might take another step. “Yeah,” she said unobtrusively. “I think I do.” Haven leaned back in his leather chair, checking the numbers on his laptop screen with a tired but fulfilled smile. Business was good, better than ever, in reality. Growing his firm had been one of the most risky choices of his life, but the payoff had surpassed his expectations. However, even in the midst of his proficient victory, a gloomy hurt remained underneath the surface, one that wasn’t so effortlessly relieved by benefits and development charts. He tapped a number of keys to distract himself and ran a hand down his face. He had a whole lot to do on his plate for the upcoming investors meeting that could serve as a major boost for the future of his company. His company that suffered a downgrade after the divorce with Alexis was slowly getting recognized and becoming a better version of itself.Outside the wide
She moved awkwardly in her seat, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s easier that way. In case you don’t expect anything, you can’t get hurt.” Dr. Patel inclined forward marginally, her hands resting on the armrests of her chair. “It sounds like you’ve built walls around yourself to secure against dissatisfaction. But those walls also make it difficult for people to associate with you, don't they?” Alexis collapsed her arms firmly over her chest. “Yeah, well. it’s not like anyone’s trying that hard, anyway.” “Do you think that’s true?” Dr. Patel inquired tenderly. “Or is that something you tell yourself since it feels safer?” Alexis looked absent, jaw fixing. “What difference does it make? They give up inevitably. Friends, boyfriends. everybody. It continuously happens.” Dr. Patel let a minute of hush hang between them before she spoke. “Tell me about your last relationship.” Alexis moaned, rubbing her sanctuaries. “Do we have to?” “I think it could help us learn mor
Alexis giggled, the sound light and free. For the first time in a long time, she felt confident. “Maybe,” she said, looking at him, “but possibly it’s worth the risk.” Haven’s grin mollified, and in that minute, something moved between them—something inconspicuous but irrefutable. As the night wore on and the wine vanished, they found themselves closer than ever before, their chuckling blending within the warm glow of the room. And for the first time since her engagement ended, Alexis allowed herself to accept the plausibility of love again—not the perfect, fairy-tale kind, but the chaotic, complicated, genuine kind. And sitting there with Haven, she realized that perhaps, just perhaps, she was precisely where she was meant to be.The cool night air brushed against Alexis’s skin as she strolled down the quiet street. She’d left Haven’s place a little later than she’d planned, but the lingering warmth of the evening was a welcome change from the usual rush.A sense of peace washed
Alexis didn’t drag her hand away, but she looked down at the ring once more, her lips squeezing into a lean line. “Why does it feel like I’ve been left with nothing?” “Because shock could be a thief,” Haven said delicately. “It takes more than just the person, it takes your sense of worth with it. But that’s a lie. You still have all of you, Alexis.” For a long minute, neither of them talked. The hum of discussion and clinking glasses filled the hush between them, a foundation clamour to the turmoil whirling in Alexis’s mind. Haven gave her hand a soft touch. “Let’s get out of here. This place isn’t precisely built for healing.” Alexis wavered but at that point nodded, thankful for the life saver he was proposed to. They ended up at Haven’s flat, the air thick with the comforting fragrance of coffee and cinnamon candles. Alexis twisted up on the couch, holding a warm mug between her hands while Haven sat over from her, his expression open and understanding. “It’s not just Mat
Alexis yanked her arm free, dazzling at him. “No, Matthew. You had your chance, and you blew it. I deserve way better than this.” Matthew’s shoulders dropped back. For a moment, the sound between them was the murmur of the TV. “Where did you indeed meet Deborah?” Alexis inquired intensely, incapable of stopping herself. Matthew moaned intensely. “She’s an old friend from college. She got into a few financial inconveniences, and I thought I might help.” His voice trailed off, as if indeed he realized how lamentable the pardon sounded. Alexis shook her head in disbelief. “Unbelievable. You bet with our future for some lady from your past.” She turned and walked toward the door, her heart overwhelming but unfaltering. She had gone through for so long disregarding the signs, trusting Matthew would be the man he imagined to be. But presently, she saw the truth clearly, he had never been that man. “Alexis, please!” Matthew called after her, his voice splitting with edginess. “Don’t le