"I just don’t like being absent from you." Alexis inclined into him, resting her head against his chest. They sat like that for a minute, the calm of the morning wrapping around them like a warm cover. Haven breathed in the recognizable fragrance of her cleanser and closed his eyes, attempting to memorize this minute. He knew it was silly—he was as it were going to be gone for a week—but something around this trip felt diverse. She looked up at him, her eyes looking at his face. "Is there something you’re not telling me?" Haven wavered, at that point shook his head. "No, it’s just the regular pre-travel butterflies. You know me." Alexis didn’t seem persuaded, but she didn’t press the issue. Indeed, she came up and kissed him delicately. Haven reacted, his hands sliding to her midsection as he pulled her closer. The kiss developed, and for a minute, all of his stresses softened absent. It was just the two of them, their breaths blending, their bodies squeezed together, and everything e
He was continuously delighted in traveling, assembling unused individuals, and investigating unused places. But nowadays, everything felt quieted, dominated by his waiting stresses around Alexis. When he landed, he turned his phone on and saw a message from her: “Just checking in. Trust your flight was great. I’m in gatherings all day but considering you. Call me once you can.” Haven grinned, feeling a small lighter. He sent a fast answer, letting her know he had landed securely which he’d call her once he ought to the inn. As he made his way through the air terminal, he couldn’t offer assistance but look at the couples around him—some were saying mournful farewells, others were rejoining with blissful grasps. It reminded him of how he felt when he to begin with met Alexis, the way his heart would race at whatever point he saw her, the way he couldn’t hold up to tell her almost his day. The taxi ride to the inn was uneventful, and Haven checked in without any issues. He hurled his ba
Alexis arrived at the conference centre, her eyes filtering the bustling campaign for any sign of Haven. She didn’t see him but knew from his plan that he was likely backstage planning. She made her way through the labyrinth of conference rooms, her heels clicking on the cleaned floors. After inquiring a couple of staff individuals for directions, she at long last found the room where Haven was set to show. Looking through the door, she spotted him—pacing, focused, and careless to the world around him. Alexis felt a swell of pride. She had seen him work so difficult for this minute, and now here he was, on the brink of something huge. She wavered, not needing to toss him off, but at that point she caught his eye. Haven ceased mid-step, his eyes broadening in incredulity. “Alexis?” he whispered, flickering as if he were seeing an illusion. He looked around, half-expecting that possibly his mind was playing traps on him. She ventured into the room, grinning. “Surprise!” she said, her
As the sun started to set, they found themselves back at the café where Haven had begun his day. They sat outside, observing the city come lively with lights as evening drew closer. “You know,” Haven said, coming over the table to hold Alexis’s hand, “I was so caught up in this conference, I didn’t realise how much I missed you.” Alexis pressed his hand. “I missed you as well. But I’m glad of you, Haven. Nowadays was just the beginning—I can feel it.” Haven gestured, feeling a reestablished sense of reason. “Yeah,” he said delicately. “And anything comes next, I’m happy I have you by my side.” They sat there in a comfortable silence, the bustling city around them, but in that minute, it felt like it was just the two of them. Haven knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, having Alexis with him made everything appear conceivable. And as for Alexis, she was essentially cheerful to have astounded him, to be there in a minute that mattered. It was the little things, she thought—
I know things didn’t end the way we arranged, but… don’t you think it’s worth attempting once more? I mean, we had something special.” Haven’s grin blurred, and he moved awkwardly in his seat. He looked at Vanessa, his expression softening as if he were looking for the correct words. “Vanessa, we did have something. But that was a long time ago. We’ve both moved on.” “Have we?” Vanessa inquired, her voice breaking somewhat. She comes out, setting her hand over his. “Because I haven’t. I still think about you, Haven. About us. And I think… I think we can go about it again.” Haven tenderly pulled his hand about, his eyes locking onto hers. There was no anger in his look, no frustration—just a calm pity that made Vanessa’s heart throb. “I’m sorry, Vanessa. I didn’t mean to lead you on. I care about you, but… I’m in love with Alexis. She’s my spouse, and she’s everything to me.” Vanessa was drawn back as if she had been slapped. She had known about Alexis, of course—everyone did. Have
The door squeaked open, and there she stood—Alexis, his spouse, the love of his life. She looked at him with a blend of shock and guardedness, her eyes checking his face as if looking for answers he didn’t have. She was wearing a formal blue dress that he had continuously cherished, but presently it felt like a boundary between them, an update of the life they had shared and the one they had misplaced. “What do you need, Haven?” Alexis inquired, her voice cool and removed. She collapsed her arms over her chest, inclining against the doorframe as if to brace herself against anything coming. “I… I needed to see you,” Haven started, his voice breaking somewhat. He attempted to relent, but the feelings were also legit. He looked at Alexis, trusting to discover a flicker of warmth, but her expression remained impassive, her eyes settled on him like a judge holding up for the denounced to talk. “I’m not sure what else there is to say,” Alexis answered, her tone level. “You made your cho
He pulled out a little stack of papers and gave them to her. Alexis faltered before taking them, her eyes filtering the reports. They were phone records, emails, messages that painted a distinctive picture of Vanessa than the one she had been offering. “I’ve been talking to her ex, the fellow she’s been seeing,” Have Clarified. “Heshowed me these. Vanessa’s been controlling everybody around her, attempting to make it appear like I’m the father of her baby when she’s been with him this whole time. She’s trying to break us up, Alexis. She knows how much you mean to me, and she’s using that against us.” Alexis gazed at the papers, her hands shaking. She looked up at Haven, her expression clashed. She may see the truthfulness in his eyes, the franticness. But she moreover saw the torment, the blame, and she knew that indeed on the off chance that Vanessa had plotted against them, it didn’t eradicate the truth that Haven had let this happen. “I want to accept you,” Alexis said at last, h
The notification on his phone buzzed, breaking his dream. A message from Alexis. “Meet me at our spot,” it examined, simple and to the point. No room for merriments or pardons. Haven moaned, rubbing the back of his neck as he considered what she might have in mind this time. He snatched his coat and left the office, the murmur of city life developing louder as he made his way to the cafe where they’d gone through incalculable mornings arranging their future together. The cafe was bustling, the air filled with the wealthy smell of naturally brewed coffee and the chatter of supporters. Haven spotted Alexis at their normal table by the window, her back straight, arms crossed, a picture of composure and resolve. She didn’t look up when he drew closer, her eyes settled on the world outside as if looking for answers within the obscure of individuals passing by. “You’re early,” Haven said, sliding into the seat opposite her. He attempted to capture her eye, but Alexis remained calm, her l
"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