Haven โs eyes flicked between the gleaming lights of the city as his car thundered down the turnpike. It was well after midnight, but the activity still crept along, squeezing at his tolerance. His mind was dashing quicker than his car as thoughts of Alexis surged like a surge. Where could she be? Who was she with? The forward clock on the dashboard examined 1:03 a.m. Alexis had been lost for three days. He had called her phone so numerous times that heโd memorized the design of the voicemail message. Heโd left messages, texts, some irate, a few pleading, but they all went unanswered. Now, Haven โs feelings brewed in a chaotic blend of perplexity and freeze. He could hardly rest, and when he did, his dreams were eager parts of her snickering new, or more regrettable, the picture of her laced with Matthew. Haven didnโt need to think about that. The thought of Matthew turned his stomach into ties. "Where are you?" he mumbled to himself, his voice dry from days of yelling into the vo
But still, he drove. Still, he looked. It wasnโt until late evening on the third day that he saw her. He had been meandering through a calmer part of the city, close to a little stop that Alexis enjoyed. As he passed a curious small coffee shop on the corner, he caught a sight through the window. There, sitting alone at a table, was Alexis. For a minute, Haven thought his eyes were playing traps on him. He pulled over and stopped rapidly, his hands trembling as he turned off the car engine. His heart beat in his chest as he observed her taste from her glass, gazing out the window as if she didnโt have a care in the world. She looked... quiet. How could she be sitting there so calmly while his world had been falling apart?Haven โs mouth went dry as he walked out of the car and made his way toward the coffee shop. His mind dashed with what he ought to say, how he ought to approach her. He had a million questions, a thousand feelings, but none of them appeared to fit in this minute. H
"Better believe it, but not like this. Not face-to-face." He inclined forward, his elbows resting on the table. "I know things got messed up between us, but I know you. I know that deep down, you're still not sure about this entire thing with Matthew. I mean, come on, Alexis, it's me. You donโt just move on from what we had." Alexis collapsed her arms, inclining back in her chair. She gave him a long sight before talking. "What we had, Haven, is over. I thought I made that clear when I left." "I do not believe that." Haven's voice rose somewhat, betraying his dissatisfaction. "You're just irate, and I get it. I wasnโt idealized, but no one is. But that doesnโt mean you stop trying. You donโt just toss away a long time of marriage like itโs nothing. We will settle this." Alexis shook her head, her eyes narrowing. "It's not about settling anything. Itโs not about you trying to fix things up since you think Iโm despondent or confused. I made my choice since it was the right one for me
Haven opened his mouth to contend, but the words caught in his throat. For a moment, he sat there in dazed quiet, the weight of her words smashing over him. He couldnโt understand how things had gotten to this point. He had continuously accepted that if they just talked, she would see reason, that she would come back to him. But now, hearing her like this, he realized that she wasnโt just angry, she was resolute. "You're wrong ," he finally said, his voice calmer now, about pleading. "You're making a mistake. You still love me, I know you are doing this out of your emotions. You arenโt thinking straightforward, and I wonโt blame you totally, Iโll blame Matthew for whatever heโs cooking up in your head that you think Iโm not good or perfect for you anymore."Alexis moaned, rubbing her chin as if trying to avoid a migraine. "Love isnโt enough, Haven. Not when it comes with all this... mess. I need more than that. I need somebody who sees me, who really needs to know me. Not the adaptat
"Gracious, donโt start with the 'I gave you everything' talk once more!" Alexis snapped, her dissatisfaction spilling over. "You gave me what you thought I needed. You never asked me what I needed, Haven. You never saw me as a person with my own dreams, my own wants. It was almost about you." Haven's grasp on the coffee cup fixed, his knuckles turning white. "Thatโs not true. Iโ" "Yes, it is!" Alexis hindered, her voice rising. She looked around the coffee shop, taking note of a number of inquisitive eyes turning their way. She brought down her voice, but the outrage in her tone remained. "You never took the time to get it for me. You were so wrapped up in your own world, in your own needs, merely overlooked I existed. Do you know how agonizing that feels?" Haven opened his mouth to reply, but Alexis cut him off once more, her eyes bursting now. "Matthew isnโt like that. He really tunes in. He makes me feel seen. When I talk to him, itโs like heโs truly there, you know? He's a show
Alexis inclined in, her voice moo and unsafe. "I mean, if you try anything, if you try to harm him, or destroy our relationship, I will make sure everybody knows what kind of individual you truly are. Iโll uncover each messy small secret youโve tried to keep covered up. Iโll make sure beyond any doubt you lose everything, your work, your nobility, everything. Donโt test me, Haven. Iโm not the same lady you used to know." Haven sat there, solidified, his mind hustling with fear and outrage. He had no thought she was competent at something like this. He had continuously seen her as somebody who was kind, soft-hearted, indeed when they battled. But presently, gazing into her cold, decided eyes, he realized she had changed. Or possibly he had just never truly known her at all. "Why are you doing this?" he inquired, his voice scarcely over a whisper. Alexis looked at him, her expression garbled. "Since I wonโt let you control me any longer. Iโm done living in your shadow, Haven. I deser
She had spoken them so softly, nearly tenderly, as if she was conveying a slow death. But there was no benevolence in it, not for him. It was a betrayal , one he had been as well dazed or as well proud to see coming. And now, it was late to do anything around it. He stopped under the shade of a closed shop, wiping the rain from his face, in spite of the fact that it didnโt stop the throb in his chest. His phone buzzed in his pocket, a brutal update that life didnโt stop just since his world had disintegrated. For a minute, he overlooked it, but at that point he pulled it out, half-expecting to see a message from Alexis. Some part of him, unreasonably, still trusted her to change her mind, to say that she didnโt mean it. That she didnโt love Matthew, not truly. But the screen appeared with a different title, Vanessa. He gazed at the phone, his thumb drifting over the reply button. Vanessa had been his ex-girlfriend before Alexis, a long time before they'd ever indeed met. They had rem
But possibly, just perhaps, he could discover a way to choose the pieces of his own smashed life. He took a profound breath, at that point began walking, his steps heavier than ever but with a swoon glint of trust that, in time, things could get better, maybe not today, perhaps not tomorrow, but someday. As the rain kept on dropping, Haven walked through the lanes, not chasing after what he had lost, but slowly, very slowly moving toward anything that was holding up for him. Haven kept walking under the pouring rain, the cold drops soaking through his jacket as he left the coffee shop behind. His thoughts were heavy, swirling with memories of Alexis and the life they once had. He barely noticed the familiar streets blurring around him. As he continued, his feet kept moving on autopilot until he glanced up and realized he had missed the junction to his house. Cursing under his breath, he turned back, feeling the water seep into his shoes. Lost in his own mind, he hadn't even noticed
"I actually believed that we would eventually have to take sides.โ 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. Heโd 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 hadnโt experienced in a long time. Havenโs 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 meantโhow they had both lost themselves in the splits and cleft of their fizzled marriage, getting to be individuals they didnโt 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. โI never stopped caring, Haven. Thatโs the problem.โ 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. โIf you never stopped caring, why did you leave?โ She hesitated, her expression tormented. โBecause I was tired of waiting for you to choose me.โ Haven felt the air leaving his lungs as if she had punched him. โWhat are you talking about? I was continuously there.โ โYou were physically there,โ Alexis whispered, โbut your heart was someplace else. Continuously working, continuously building. I needed more than that.โ 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 thingโher. โI thought I was doing it for us,โ 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. โYeah,โ she said unobtrusively. โI think I do.โ 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 wasnโt 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. โItโs easier that way. In case you donโt expect anything, you canโt get hurt.โ Dr. Patel inclined forward marginally, her hands resting on the armrests of her chair. โIt sounds like youโve built walls around yourself to secure against dissatisfaction. But those walls also make it difficult for people to associate with you, don't they?โ Alexis collapsed her arms firmly over her chest. โYeah, well. itโs not like anyoneโs trying that hard, anyway.โ โDo you think thatโs true?โ Dr. Patel inquired tenderly. โOr is that something you tell yourself since it feels safer?โ Alexis looked absent, jaw fixing. โWhat difference does it make? They give up inevitably. Friends, boyfriends. everybody. It continuously happens.โ Dr. Patel let a minute of hush hang between them before she spoke. โTell me about your last relationship.โ Alexis moaned, rubbing her sanctuaries. โDo we have to?โ โI 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. โMaybe,โ she said, looking at him, โbut possibly itโs worth the risk.โ Havenโs grin mollified, and in that minute, something moved between themโsomething 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 againโnot 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 Alexisโs skin as she strolled down the quiet street. Sheโd left Havenโs place a little later than sheโd planned, but the lingering warmth of the evening was a welcome change from the usual rush.A sense of peace washed
Alexis didnโt drag her hand away, but she looked down at the ring once more, her lips squeezing into a lean line. โWhy does it feel like Iโve been left with nothing?โ โBecause shock could be a thief,โ Haven said delicately. โIt takes more than just the person, it takes your sense of worth with it. But thatโs a lie. You still have all of you, Alexis.โ 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 Alexisโs mind. Haven gave her hand a soft touch. โLetโs get out of here. This place isnโt precisely built for healing.โ Alexis wavered but at that point nodded, thankful for the life saver he was proposed to. They ended up at Havenโs 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. โItโs not just Mat
Alexis yanked her arm free, dazzling at him. โNo, Matthew. You had your chance, and you blew it. I deserve way better than this.โ Matthewโs shoulders dropped back. For a moment, the sound between them was the murmur of the TV. โWhere did you indeed meet Deborah?โ Alexis inquired intensely, incapable of stopping herself. Matthew moaned intensely. โSheโs an old friend from college. She got into a few financial inconveniences, and I thought I might help.โ His voice trailed off, as if indeed he realized how lamentable the pardon sounded. Alexis shook her head in disbelief. โUnbelievable. You bet with our future for some lady from your past.โ 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. โAlexis, please!โ Matthew called after her, his voice splitting with edginess. โDonโt le