Haven broke out in annoyance. It goes beyond simply feeling excluded. It has to do with the way you and Matthew seem to have this unique bond that I no longer share. I've made an effort to accept it, but it's difficult. With a heavy breath, Alexis's gaze softened. "I had no idea you were feeling this way. I mistakenly believed that we were all merely enjoying ourselves. I did not intend to give you a sense of exclusion. Haven's reaction made her feel a little guilty. "I understand it's not deliberate. I simply feel like I'm losing that connection as I watch my best friend becoming so close to someone else.Haven said to Alexis in a tight voice, "This needs to end now." I've already mentioned to you that you’re too familiar with Matthew. "He’s my closest companion, not someone for you to confide in personally." Alexis sighed and raked her fingers through her hair. I’ve no control over who I form connections with, Haven. Matthew and I simply hit it off. I'm not attempting to substitut
Matthew got to his feet, a little uneasy, which made him move a little awkwardly. "Alexis, there's no issue at all. That you could come on such brief notice means a lot to me. He signaled for her to sit down and after that eased back into his own chair. For a brief while, they engaged in little conversation while Alexis gave Matthew an overhaul on current issues and related some stories. Matthew tuned in closely, but his mind was hustling over the words he had carefully chosen for this particular event. He took a taste of his coffee and tried to gather himself. At last, he concluded it was time to deal with the matter head-on. This futile talk must end. His lips clenched marginally as he said, "Alexis, there's something important I must share with you, so please handle it gently." His voice carried a note of apprehension. Alexis looked up from her coffee, her eyebrows somewhat lifted and her expression calm but curious. "Let me know what's happening?" Matthew took a profound brea
The evening continued on, and Matthew remained within the café, reflecting on the talk and attempting to come to terms with the questionable way ahead. He knew he had taken a chance by opening up, and presently all he might do was hold up and trust that, in time, Alexis might find a way to suit his feelings with her own. At some point he was frightened, what will happen with his friendship with his best companion Haven, a bond they have used most their lifetime construct might go crashing down if everything spills out, but he just wouldn't put too much thought in that. Alexis looked hard at him as the room was as silent as the dead of the night, her face not readable. She tried to speak, she opened her mouth but nothing came out. She immediately closed it before it got noticed by Matthew, still her thoughts not settled as she processed the matter still pending a conversation Matthew looked at her intensely, his heart ponding like someone awaiting a judge’s decision in a court. “I’m
After Haven went to sleep, Alexis stayed by herself in the living room, deep in contemplation. The house was silent, with only the wall clock ticking. She couldn't get rid of the sensation that something had changed in her relationship with Matthew, something that she didn't know how to confront. Later, she had a moment of insight and understood what it was. Matthew revealing his feelings for her not only affected her, but also caused some pain within herself. The idea of no longer being friends with him, of putting space between them, caused pain. She held up their friendship, and the thought of it evolving was hard to come to terms with or understand. However, there were additional points to consider in this. Alexis had always noticed Matthew's calm instinct and the fact that he's always observant and talks less, his preference to stay in the background while others stood out. She had appreciated his faithfulness to Haven, his rigorousness towards their friendship, his constant
But was it really her decision? The more she thought about it, the more she wondered if she had truly been in control. There were so many reasons, so many things that made her push him away, but now, in the quiet of her room, she wasn’t sure any of them really mattered.She kept rolling on her bed from one side to another, holding her pillow tightly to her chest, sleep was far away from her at that moment. The room was silent except for the frog sounds coming from a nearby lake just behind the house. Outside it was a full moon as it sat gently casting a warm glow through her window, making it look like the moon was watching over her. The scenery should have been beautiful and peaceful, but Alexis' situation with Matthew made it far from it.Matthew was always there for her, ever since she started having issues with Haven, Matthew was always there for her, always listening to her and always being that shoulder for her to cry on. They’ve been friends for some time now, sharing laughter,
“I’m such an idiot,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “Why didn’t I see it before?”She sank back onto the bed, burying her face in her hands. She had been so caught up in her own fears, her own insecurities, that she hadn’t stopped to consider what she really wanted. And now, it might be too late.But was it? Alexis lifted her head, staring at the wall as if it held the answers she was looking for. Maybe it wasn’t too late. Maybe she could fix this. But that would mean admitting that she had been wrong, admitting that she had feelings for him after all.“Could I do that?” she wondered. “Could I really put myself out there like that?” The thought terrified her. She had always been so careful, so guarded with her emotions. Letting someone in, especially someone as important as Matthew, was a risk she wasn’t sure she was ready to take. But the alternative was even more frightening—losing him forever.The thought of a life without Matthew in it, without his laughter, his warmth, his p
As Matthew held up, he attempted to plan himself for the discussion that was almost to unfurl. He practiced what he would say, how he would clarify everything without making it sound like he was an awful fellow. But no matter how numerous times he went over it in his head, he knew there was no simple way to do this. Some minutes afterward, there was a knock at the door. Matthew opened it to find Haven standing there, looking tired and worn out. The strain of his conjugal issues was apparent within the dim circles beneath his eyes and the droop of his shoulders. “Hey, man,” Haven said, venturing inside. “What’s going on? You sounded serious.” Matthew closed the door behind him, attempting to unfalter his nerves. “We have to talk about something... something I’ve been keeping from you.” Haven scowled, concern shining brightly in his eyes. “What is it? You’re beginning to stress me.” Matthew motioned for Haven to sit down on the couch, and he took a seat over from him. For a minute, he
He had attempted to do the proper thing, but presently it appeared like everything was falling separated. He felt a profound sense of lament, wishing he may go back and handle things in an unexpected way. At long last, Sanctuary talked once more, his voice cold and removed. “I ought to go. I can’t bargain with this right now.” Matthew needed to halt him, to undertake and settle things, but he knew there was nothing he might say that would make this superior. “Haven, I’m truly too bad. I never needed any of this to happen.” Haven didn’t react. He fair turned and strolled out the door, taking off Matthew standing there, feeling just like the ground had fair been tore out from beneath him. As the entryway clicked closed, Matthew sank back onto the love seat, burying his confront in his hands. He had fair misplaced his best.Alexis sat in the rich living room of the penthouse she shared with Haven, her spouse. The room was a picture of cutting edge luxury—sleek, moderate furniture, quieted
"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