Matthew stood up, his expression still clouded with perplexity. “I gotta go. I have some things to sort out, and I’m sure you are doing as well. We will talk more afterward, okay?” “Okay,” Alexis said, her voice scarcely capable of being heard. “Thank you for coming. I truly needed to talk to you.” Matthew gestured, giving her a reassuring smile before heading for the door. “We’ll get through this. We just ought to give it a few time.” As he left, Alexis observed him go, feeling a profound sense of misfortune and perplexity. The conversation had not given the clarity she had trusted for, and now she was cleared out with more questions than answers. Long haul appeared dubious, and the path ahead was covered in equivocalness. Alone in the calm room, Alexis felt the weight of the choices she had to form. Her heart was torn between the adore she felt for Matthew and the obligation she felt toward Haven . The air with Matthew had left them both more confused than ever, and Alexis knew th
When dessert arrived, Matthew made his move. “So, I know you’re in a complicated spot right now,” he said, his voice gentle but firm, “but I need you to know that I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.” Alexis gazed at him, her grin blurring into something more genuine. “Matt, I—” “I know, you don’t need to say anything,” he said, pressing her hand. “Just... think about it.” She gestured, looking down at their joined hands. “I will. I promise.” Over the following few days, Matthew made sure Alexis was continuously thinking about him. He arranged astonishing snacks, left small notes in her post box, and sent her texts that extended from clever to sweet to flirty. Each time, Alexis reacted warmly, but Matthew may tell she was still torn. He caught impressions of her at work, now and then smiling at her phone—a sight he couldn’t very decipher—and it chewed at him, pondering on if it was Haven on the other end of the line. Haven on the other hand, was acting as if nothing was wrong.
The park was lively with the tender murmur of early summer. Children’s chuckling blended with the stirring of leaves within the light breeze, and some place within the distance, the ice cream truck played its recognizable jingle. The sun plunged low in the sky, portraying the skyline with streaks of pink and orange, casting a warm gleam over the lines of sprouting blooms. Matthew and Alexis strolled side by side, the sound of their strides mixing with the rock way underneath them. They had walked this way endless times before, but this evening, there was something different within the air, something inferred. Matthew looked at Alexis, noticing the way her hair caught the blurring daylight, turning the strands into a cascade of gold. Her eyes were settled ahead, but her contemplations were clearly somewhere else, some place far off and overwhelming. They had been talking about nothing and everything for the past hour, their airion floating from work inconveniences to irregular recoll
Alexis shot to her feet, smoothing her hair as in spite of the fact that that might eradicate the minute Haven had just seen. "Haven, hello. I didn’t…I didn’t know you’d be here." Matthew stood as well, his hands pushed into his pockets, his expression incoherent. "Haven" Haven gazed at them, his look shifting between Alexis and Matthew as if he was trying to piece together what he had just seen. He took a step closer, his movements moderate and considerate. "What…what was that?" ."It was nothing," Alexis said quickly, too quickly. "We were just—""Just what?" Haven’s voice was sharp, but there was an undercurrent of vulnerability, a plea for honesty. "It didn’t look like nothing."Matthew opened his mouth to speak, but Alexis cut him off, her voice strained. "Haven, it really wasn’t anything. We were just talking."Haven’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, it seemed like he might accept the lie, might let it slide for the sake of whatever fragile balance they all shared. But then
“Lexi,” he had started, his voice measured. “I know things haven’t been the same with us for a while. And I think... I think I get why.” Alexis had scowled at him, uncertain of where this was going. She loved Haven— she really did. They’d built a life together that was lucky by most benchmarks. But there were splits, noiseless crevices that had started to broaden over time, and Alexis felt herself floating, uncertain of where the current would take her. “What do you mean?” she had inquired, her voice scarcely over a whisper. She was anxious about the reply, perplexed by what he might say. Haven had taken a profound breath, and Alexis seemed to see the tension in his shoulders, the way he clenched his jaw before at last letting the words spill out. “I know about the entire adventure between you and Matthew.” “What do you need me to say?” Alexis at long last inquired, her voice breaking beneath the weight of her feelings. “That I am sorry? That I’ll stop? I don’t indeed know what th
Alexis looked up at him, her vision obscured with tears. She needed to accept him, to accept that she might make this choice and come out the other side unscathed. But deep down, she knew that wasn’t conceivable. No matter what she chose, somebody was progressing to get harmed. The next week was an obscure clash of feelings and restless evenings. Alexis found herself dodging both Haven and Matthew, uncertain of how to explore the complicated web of her feelings. She went through hours in her studio, tossing herself into her work in a frantic endeavor to elude the turmoil inside her. But each brushstroke, each line she drew, appeared to lead her back to the same inevitable truth: she couldn’t keep straddling the line between Haven and Matthew. She had to make a choice. It was late on a Friday night when Alexis at long last made up her mind. She was sitting alone in her studio, the dim light casting long shadows over the canvas before her. She gazed at the canvas, her eyes following
"That’s not true," Matthew said at long last, his voice quieter but no less decided. "I know her way better than you think. I’ve been there for her through everything." "But you never told her how you felt until presently, when it’s as well late," Haven said, venturing closer, his voice bringing down to a perilous calm. "You’ve had a long time, Haven . A long time. And what did you do with it? Nothing. And presently, when she’s mine, you think you'll just come in and—" "Enough!" Alexis yelled, venturing between them, her eyes filled with tears. "This isn’t reasonable! To either of you! And it’s not reasonable to me, either. I can’t be the reason you disregard your companionship." Matthew and Haven both ventured back, their eyes still bolted in a silent battle, but not one or the other willing to continue the contention before Alexis. She looked at both of them, her heart aching. She loved Haven—she had chosen him, after all. But Matthew had been her person, the one who had continu
Matthew inclined forward, his elbows resting on his knees. "I just need you to be strong, Alexis. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. And in case it means letting you go, at that point... at that point I’ll do it." Tears welled in Alexis’s eyes as she listened to him. She had gone through so long trying to make everybody else strong that she had overlooked to consider her own feelings. Presently, faced with the choice, she realised that no matter what choice she made, somebody would get hurt. They sat there in hush, the weight of implicit words hanging between them. At long last, Alexis stood up, wiping her eyes. "I need more time, Matt. I can’t make this choice right now." Matthew gestured, standing up close to her. "Take all the time you need," like he rehashed, in spite of the fact that this time there was a calm acknowledgement in his voice. "I’ll be here. No matter what." As Alexis strolled away, she felt an unusual blend of help and pity. The choice still loomed over her, but for
"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