PRESENT
I am caught in a web of my own premonitions of an intricate pseudo-reality of lies.
I was curious about where my heart could go, and it wasn’t that I didn’t want or love Cassiel. I have wanted him for so long, more than he can ever think. Sometimes, he thinks it isn’t so but it is this simple fact that has strung me all along. Even after three years of dating him, I am in constant need of want and attention from him.
Is it bad to want someone this much?
I am pondering over my love, or something in between, for both the men in my life, lost in my own alternate reality of thoughts when Daniel’s voice breaks me out of my dreamlike reverie.
“Don't you want some more of that sumptuous wagyu steak?” He asks me, licking his lips discreetly. “You would love this!”
“Yeah, I'd like that, Daniel,” I hastily murmur. "Are you ordering it again?"
A shabby-looking flower girl with her hoodie rattled at the edges, enters the outdoor bistro where we are having our steak and potatoes with vino. She stops in the front of our table, evidently in want of something. Her eyes are hungrily laid on our table, and my heart wants to give everything up just to wipe that look from her eyes. My heart weeps for her and goes out to her situation. She looks like a girl who can’t even get three proper meals on her table in the kind of life she leads right now.
Daniel hastily puts back his napkin and raises his eyebrows at her. The girl looks anxiously and a bit squeamishly at him. "Sir, would you like some flowers? Here are some of the calla lilies and roses?"
He looks at me as if uncertain of what to get me. I think he would ask me something like, “What would you like me to get you, Lee?” But I’m ultimately left disappointed because he doesn't ask me anything.
He just goes ahead and orders for me. Red roses. Red fucking roses. Not yellow, not pink, nor calla lilies that are here, but just red roses. Did I tell him I hate those? Of course not, you didn't Lee, you had to see this coming.
“Gladly, here, we’ll take these," he says and takes a bunch of them, all vibrant and shining in their own right. Daniel hands them to me, all the while fishing for a hundred dollar bill to pay the young girl. “Here,” he places the hundred dollar bill in her small palm, “Keep the change."
When the little girl walks away, I look at him intensely, shooting a glare in his direction. “You could’ve paid her a bit more, easily. You're a fucking billionaire for god's sake. It’s not like money’s hard for you. She looked like she’s in dire need of help."
“I didn’t make all this money by being a pushover. I gave her what she deserved, Angelique.” He looks at me vividly, his hand grazing my knee and squeezing it. "Now sip your wine because we have got to get out of here soon."
“You’re… never mind. I don’t feel like having dessert, or another steak.” I feel the bitter taste of his comment invigorating my palette. "I'd like to walk for a bit."
“Okay, we’ll get the check then,” he deadpans, not catching up to my mood. He gestures for a server, his eyes dancing around the room. "Are you sure you don't want dessert?"
I nod at him and go back to sipping on my wine, all the while thinking that if Cassiel were here, he would’ve paid everything he had in his wallet to that young, ragged girl without missing a beat. He wouldn't have thought twice about the decision because in his heart, he would know that it was the right thing to do.
Following our short dinner, I decide to take a walk around the city. As I come out of the bistro, I check my cell phone, except there are no more new text messages from Cassiel. I pull my sweater closer to my waist, wrapping my hands around my torso.
Daniel decides to stay behind. He was talking to the restaurant’s valet and sharing a quick smoke when I headed out of the restaurant. Something inside my heart doesn't feel right.
The weather is so cold and lonely, and I want to take a few minutes alone to introspect my feelings and to really think about where I'm letting my life take me. Where I am drifting away to? With what kind of a man? Someone who thinks giving away a few bucks to someone in need amounts to being a pushover? Isn’t it wrong of me to go behind Cassiel’s back when he's busy working, making dollars for our future? Then again, I'm not doing anything wrong, am I? I deserve my freedom and my happiness. I don’t need to ask for someone's permission to breathe.
”You look cold,” I hear a voice say. I turn around and there’s Daniel, with a loose cigarette still dangling from his lips. He knows how much I hate people smoking around me. I don’t intend to die anytime soon from lung cancer, especially not from passive smoking. “Are you feeling okay?” He asks. "You don't look like it, though. Maybe we should head back to your apartment."
“I’m okay.” The words are drier in the air than when they have left my mouth. "I'll be fine."
“Are you sure? You’re not feeling feverish?"
“No.” I shake my head, not to deny the statement but to calm myself from snapping at him again. "I said I'm all right."
“I think you should get back home. Come, I’ll drive you.” His fingers find mine again, but they don’t hold the same kind of warmth they had a few hours ago. “I know I’ve spoilt your mood, I didn’t mean to, Lee.”
He looks at me firmly and a bit more intensely than usual so that I find it difficult to avert my eyes.
“I didn’t mean that the girl didn’t deserve all the help she can get, but I want her to learn that life isn’t easy. Nothing in this life is easy. After you walked away, I found her again outside and gave her a thousand dollars.”
His eyes are a bit solemn now, looking like they’ve suffered a lot of tragedy.
“It’s okay, Daniel.” I wrap my fingers with his, looking for the warmth I crave. "You came to your senses sooner than later. That's all I can ask for, to be honest."
“You sure? You don’t hate me?” His eyes are somber like the night. "You don't feel like I was wrong to her?"
“Wrong, yes, but I can never hate you.” My lips are closer to his face now, the wisps of air that I exhale, seems a lot like smoke. Daniel finds me cringing with my face on his shoulder but I brush my lips lightly on his cheek anyway. “I don’t hate you. I just hate that cigarette smell.”
Daniel loses the cigarette and puts out the butt with the front of his brown boots. He opens his arms, and suddenly, I don’t know what is wrong and what is right. I’ve always wanted a boyfriend with arms that can excite every inch of me. And right now, I’m in the arms of Daniel Miles. His are as intoxicating as coke and rum. I don't ever want to leave the safety net of his arms that is being weaved right around me, at this very moment.
As a young girl, I’d always believed in the idea of black and white. But I don't know how, whenever I’m with Daniel, I see the world blurry, somewhat smudged around the edges. I think with my heart. And I’m scared that my heart is taking more wrong, blurry decisions than the right ones it has the potential to take.
***
The eternal fight is always emotional. I’m standing in the doorway when Daniel turns me around and hugs me one more time. The white rush of panic seeps through me and invades my entire being.
What if Cassiel is inside? Should I run? What if he catches me with him like this? Should I leave him? What if I lose control? What if I entirely let the control over my body and soul go so I don't have to think anymore? I can’t do this to Cassiel. He doesn’t deserve this. Our four-year relationship doesn’t deserve this.
So, help me, God. Please. Please.
I immediately let him go and busy myself with opening the front door. I look for keys in my purse, and unsteadily, feeling the wine finally kick in my legs, push the key inside the lock and barely open it. God, I can’t even open an effing lock? Am I that wasted? You’re definitely not sober, Angelique.
Danny's fingers swiftly take the keys from mine, and they help me feel a bit more in control. Until his upper body totally leans into mine and my whole back is molded into him. Electricity is erupting my body in places that I didn’t even know existed. I can feel his breath on my neck, and all I want to do is turn around and kiss those full, red tainted lips and taint my whole perseverance.
You can’t do this to Cassiel. Remember? He exists. You exist. Your love exists. Don’t give up on him that easily.
Daniel, in the most vulnerable moment of my entire life, wraps his well-built arms around my torso, and they are an ultimate shield from reality. Oh, how my blood is running softly in his arms, and I'm melting, pooling into a puddle in the concrete.
I turn around and he pushes the door to my apartment open and everything is hazy and blurry for a second. The next thing I know is I’m jumping into his arms, my legs wrapped around his navel, and he’s taking us to my leather couch. Desire gleams like stars in my eyes and a known need strengthens its presence in my lower belly.
Daniel carefully puts me down, and his tongue is on the hot skin of my neck, making circles and I’m moaning. I want him. I want him everywhere and nowhere at the same time. His long hands are on my long coat, hurriedly undoing the buttons and, fuck, if he doesn’t take it off in ten seconds, he would be my undoing.
A shrill ring at first, but my phone buzzes loudly on the whole dining table from the mouth of my purse, further illuminating the darkness in my studio apartment. I’d like to ignore it but it keeps ringing and we’re both frustrated and we’re leaving the agile caresses somewhere on each other's skin that we were holding on to.
The white rush of panic is back. I throw my black long coat on the white rug in frustration. I make my way to the table, long fingers desperately in need to get rid of this curious invader that doesn't know how to spare my feelings. What if it’s…him? Cassiel?
I finally find the phone sitting near the mouth of my purse, the screen locking immediately as I miss the call merely by a few seconds. I see who it was calling me in the notification centre of my phone's screen and hold my breath.
My breath constricts my heart and I have to place my fingers on my throat to get rid of the cotton ball that is once again stuck somewhere in my wind pipe. No matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to get rid of it. It’s futile. Everything’s futile.
I unlock the phone and there’s already a voice message. A silent reminder of my pain and betrayal.
I open the voice message. I need it to remind me of what we are. I need it to slap my face back into reality. In a rushing flood of emotions, it is my only candle of hope.
The static goes silent and the crinkle in his voice tells me that he’s tired and missing me. The voice message starts with something like. . .
“Baby, I’m so sorry I couldn’t make it to the house. I know you are sick and you just wanted to have dinner with me and believe me, I wanted to be there with you more than you wanted to eat dinner with me… but I’m just so stuck.…”
His soft, gentle voice continues in the static.
“I‘m so sorry. I know it’s already very late. I think you’re asleep. I know, I know it’s already 2 a.m. I know that I promised you to get home by two. But, I’ll be there in one hour. And, I’ll pick some red velvet cupcakes for you on the way home just to say sorry. But you deserve a whole lot more than cupcakes, baby. I’m just so sorry that I can’t be with you tonight. Hope you’re not mad at me. I love you.”
I play the last few seconds left on the voice message over and over and over again. I know what to do now as tears well in my eyes and I turn around, doing everything I can do to conceal them but I’m already failing miserably.
“It was him, wasn’t it?” Daniel’s folded arms and his back resting on the back of my kitchen’s wall tells me that he knows. And, he knows what happens next. I see a glass half full of water in his hands and resonate with his feelings or my feelings towards him. Definitely, a glass half full of emotions. "So he is finally coming home, isn't he?"
I can only nod at him because I feel that the cotton ball isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. It’s kind of impossible to get rid of it now. I place my hands on both sides of the table, my knuckles turning white in another futile attempt to grasp reality. This is a difficult mess. I need both hands to sort this out.
"Do you want me to leave?" His words hang in the air like the whole painting has been smudged black. "I can leave if you want me to go home."
Now, my legs need support and my lungs some oxygen. I feebly walk to my couch and sit with one leg briefly tucked into another, not knowing what response to give him.
“Say something, Lee? Do you want me to go home?” His arms are once again around me, but now I find it difficult to lean in them. The warmth is still there, but I’m not there, yet. I feel lost. He takes my fingers in his and kisses the top of them, “I’ll go. Your silence is answer enough."
And just like that, he puts several miles between the constellations of our one, exclusive, shared galaxy.
FOUR YEARS AGO"I didn’t know you go here. I mean in this class.” He was taken aback, looking at me with those big doe eyes. "Wow, what a coincidence.""You spilled coffee over me, yesterday. Remember?" I rolled my eyes at this handsome, dark-haired boy that has the best and the most river-like clear blue eyes I've ever seen. "It's not something one should forget easily."“Oh, I know, I didn’t mean that. . . I meant I didn't know that you, too, have signed up for this class."“Yes, I have. I’m minoring in it. You look like you’re doing the same thing, yeah, obviously.” I felt anxious talking to a stranger for the first time in a long while. Awkward.“I didn’t think I’d ever see you again after what happened yesterday.” He let out a gust of wind from his lips. "At least not this soon."“When I said, I guess so, I meant it.” I coughed and looked away. I wetted my lips, finding it uneasy to keep the conversation on. "By that I meant that I would see you around on the campus."“Yeah, I gu
Thirty minutes into the class…"I didn't get your name," I said to him, not looking up to meet his gaze while still scribbling notes in my notepad at the end of the class. "Would you care to share?"“Cassiel.” He didn’t break the word into syllables. "What about yours?"I took a long breath. I needed to extend this conversation. From the corner of my eye, I observed him. “Cassiel, what is that you are scribbling? Is it detailed class notes on Dryden?"“It’s your name, of course. You should look at this.” He quickly took up his notebook and flung it up in the air for me to view. He retrieved it immediately. "What do you think?"“Well, that was fast.” I was speechless. "Your penmanship is beautiful."“It was, not so much anymore.” His long hands formed a protective circle on the piece of paper he was protecting from my eye’s glance. I caught a peep but both of his shoulders moved too quickly and shielded again whatever he was working on. I sighed because he was so fucking agile and hand
FOUR YEARS AGOAfter class. . .After three long university classes, I finally wanted to get some exercise done and decided to take a walk around my big university campus. I got a coffee on the go and strolled around in the front courtyard of our humongous college, where I saw a couple of guys hovering around their expensive motorbikes parked against the old Victorian styled pillars and sidewalls.I quickened my pace when they suddenly started laughing and hooting as they walked past one by one around me. One of them stepped in front of me, looked right in my eyes, and whistled at me as I took long strides away from him. I ignored their behavior. That’s the only thing that seemed right at that moment. Lordy, I didn't have anyone accompanying me to this part of the campus, but heck, I didn’t care and I didn’t need a bodyguard. I could look out for myself. I breathed in and out.I’m a strong woman. I’m not afraid. I won’t regard or warrant their behavior. I can take care of myself.Just
PRESENTHe’s walking away. He’s going to walk even further away from me. I can feel it. I can feel it with every breath I draw, and every time my heart skips a beat.Daniel is the one to walk away when it should have been me. I have no self-control. When did I change into this unbecoming woman that I never wanted to be?Do I even deserve Cass? When I’m doing this behind his back. . .Someone knocks on the door and the bell jiggles for a long thirty seconds, awakening me from my delirium. It has been more than an hour since Daniel collected his clothes and walked out of this apartment, but he’s everywhere.As I pick myself up from the sofa, exactly where Daniel left me in a hypnotic state, I take a look around the room, and everything seems to shout out loud at me. Our coffee table, our wooden chairs, our bean-bag, even that old blow-up bed that lies unforgotten in the corner.They are all shouting at the top of their lungs. “You are a cheater. You betrayed him. He doesn’t deserve thi
FOUR YEARS AGOI was crying as I ran inside our dorm room. Thank god, it was open and Carrie was there with someone. It was one of the guys on our floor with whom she flirted on a daily basis. I immediately stopped and put the loose strands of my hair back behind my ear, as I rubbed away the salty tears streaking unknown patterns on my face. The guy moved around the room as he shuffled on his feet when he saw me coming through the door and Carrie mirrored him. They exchanged concerned looks with each other as they stopped laughing.“What-what happened?” Carrie’s voice came in waves, like the rustling of the leaves on a late autumn day. "Did something happen, Ange?"“Nuh-nothing. Nothing that important unravelled to begin with.” I tried to keep myself from crying a new river all over again. “Just-just these rude guys on the campus. They-they tried to catcall me and stuff.” I thudded my ass on the sofa in the living room, getting rid of the satchel I was carrying all day around with me
FOUR YEARS AGOAs I walked along the hallway the following day, our eyes meet outside the first lecture hall. Cassiel looked like the perfect college guy with pretty blue eyes and a smile which looked a lot like the morning sun. He looked like someone whom I could fall for, and then he waved at me, which made his blue eyes seem even more bright and dreamy. We were both perfect strangers in the making.As our previous run-in started to take form in my faded memory, I felt rigid and I immediately stiffened when he came closer. Before he could catch up to me, I turned around and started to pace with long strides in a different direction than where my class was, initially dreading a very awkward situation.“Angelique, wait up!” His voice stopped me. "Angel!"“Yes?” I turned around, trying to appear nonchalant. My nerves were everywhere. "Did you call my name?"“Do you want to come to our party this weekend? My roommate is throwing one of his famous ragers at our apartment.” His warm smile
PRESENT“Two matcha coffees, please.” I close my eyes momentarily, reminiscing yesterday’s flow of events. "And can you put some extra cream on top?"“Ten dollars.” The girl at the coffee counter rolls her eyes at the 'extra cream comment,' which brings me back to the day I met Daniel. As I hand her the money on the counter, I can’t stop going back down the memory lane. My past flashes right in front of my eyes. The girl shuffles on her feet to prepare the coffee on the counter. "There you go."It’s the same coffee house where we met a couple of months ago. At that time he looked genuinely interested in knowing me. He still does want to figure me out. But, the way he acted earlier is a giant slap of reality on my face. We can never be anything more than acquaintances and, at the most, friends.Only if I knew it back then.***THREE MONTHS AGOMy mind raced with thoughts as I hastily took long strides towards the old Paul’s cafè down six blocks from the Main Street. Boy, I shouldn't ha
THREE MONTHS AGO“But I haven’t seen you around before—"My sentence was cut in the middle, as his phone started to ring noisily. He looked at it for a long minute and concentrated on the caller ID displayed on the phone’s screen. He picked it up after several rings."Hey, Cassiel. What’s wrong?” The guy who was not a serial killer immediately stilled. “What are you saying? What the fuck happened?”The guy was up from the seat in a few seconds, and he was pacing back and forth. “What do you mean they erased my whole album? What-what? What glitch? It erased it from the database too … it what? The computers? How is that even possible?”He took a long breath and took the seat opposite from me again, looking awfully beat. “So you’re saying it’s some kind of a malware attack? Can we retrieve it in time? That was some of the best music I’ve made in a while."He finally blew the long breath he had been holding for a while. “I can’t thank you enough, Cassiel. You’re a savior. Please keep me p