Don’t forget that occasionally, letting go is the best strategy to make some room for what’s better ahead.”Seth sipped his whiskey, although the taste was lost. It felt lifeless, just as the emptiness inside him felt.The buzz from his phone in his pocket broke the haze in his brain. He took it out, taking a quick glance at the screen. It was Emma.He looked at her name and felt the effects of his conscience. For what length of time could he keep up the charade? How much time would he be able to maintain her interest when his heart was staying committed to the past? He kept asking himself lots of unanswered questions.Seth let out a heavy breath. “Can we see?”In that moment of excitement, his stomach churned with both feelings of dread and relief as he pressed the send button. He had ambiguous thoughts about what the future might indicate, yet he understood that he couldn’t sustain his current way of life.Seth left the bar, placing some bills on the counter and then launched himsel
"You deserve someone who can give you their whole heart, and I… I can't do that right now." Emma said nothing and Seth could feel the effect of his words hit her hard. He prepared for the pain he knew he was going to feel, the let down he had been trying to prevent for so long.‘You know,’ Emma whispered at last, her voice trembling, ‘I always thought that one day I would have to run from you.’ I knew you weren't over her. I just hoped... I could be the one to change that.Seth’s chest became constricted, the guilt washing over him. "I'm sorry, Emma. This isn't about you. You are so much more than what I can offer you. I thought I could just get over it, but…“But you can’t,” she repeated the words for him, her tone rancid. “Because you’re still in love with Phoebe.”Seth’s throat tightened as he forced the food down his throat. It may not be love and it may just be the memory that I have clung to for so long but either way it is not right for you. And I can not continue to pretend t
Seth was also speechless, and he could not believe he had just done that. His phone lay on the table in front of him with the light still on, but it appeared that the lights in the room had been turned off. He had closed a chapter of a real and meaningful relationship with Emma. He’d thought of her perhaps loved her in some measure but it was not sufficient. He tried to avoid her image but his mind persisted to bring him back to her, no matter how much he tried to resist.Suddenly, the doorbell rang. It made Seth come out of his reverie. He got up from his seat, walked to the door and wiped his face.When he opened it, he saw Christian standing right in front of him with no clear emotion on his face.“What do you want?” Seth asked, and the tone he used was a lot more severe than he had wanted it to sound.Christian raised an eyebrow. “Is this a bad time? You look like hell.”Seth let out a bitter laugh. “Couldn’t be a better time. What do
Seth rose from bed, bath and put on his clothes with a clear intention. But even as he stood before the mirror trying to tie the tie around his neck, he felt this coming over him, this doubt.What if she didn’t care for what he had to tell her? What if she had already made up her mind about Christian? The fact that she could belong to another man impressed him, but at the same time, a thought that this conversation could take place today seemed overdue regardless of the result.He was halfway out the door when his phone vibrated in his pocket. It was a message from Phoebe: *"Let’s meet at noon. At the café near the park."*Seth sat in front of the screen, his stomach tightening into a hard ball. The café near the park had been one of their favorite places when they still were friends. That she had decided to meet him there felt somehow fateful, though whether that fatefulness was a good or bad thing he could not say.With her phone in her hands, she walked back and forth in the living
Phoebe gazed at him, her eyes begging his face to tell her the truth in what he said. But she didn’t withdraw her hand and she also did not surrender to him just yet.“I don’t know, Seth,” she whispered. “I just… I need time.”Seth nodded, his heart heavy but he knew that she was right. “You can take as much time as you want, Phoebe.” I’m not going anywhere.”It was the first time that Phoebe smiled after she sat down and the smile was a tiny and feeble one, but at least she smiled.“Thank you,” she said softly.They remained there is silence for quite some time now, the air wiped clean of tension and any doubts that were present before. This is where there are so many things yet to be discussed, so many things that have to be solved. But for the first time in a long time, there was hope.It was therefore after the conversation with Seth that Phoebe left the café with her mind made up and her heart in such a mess. It has shaken her to the core because it was stating something sincere,
He puffed, heaving closer to Phoebe, who was naked in front of him like an open book. But as his fingers were about to touch her arm, a loud sound from behind him caused him to stop.The bartender, a man of considerable age with wrinkles on his face and a scowl on his lips was scrutinizing the pair. Marlin immediately pulled his hand back, managing to smile in a way that would suggest that everything was perfectly normal. “She has taken too much alcohol,” he said with a fake concern in his voice. “I will personally drop her at her home.”The bartender didn’t answer right away, but his gaze stayed on Marlin. It was the way he said it that made Marlin uneasy for a moment and he thought his plan would fail.But after a long time as if he had to force himself, the bartender gave a nod. “Just make sure she’s alright.” I didn’t want any trouble here.”Marlin nodded, pulling his arm around Phoebe’s slender waist, to assist her up. She moved a little but was beyond the point of realizing what
Phoebe sighed deeply to regain her composure and to try and clear her head. Each second of the previous night seemed to be a part of a puzzle that was trying to break away and not fit into place. Memories of the bar, Marlin and the sudden appearance of Christian went round her head but everything was rather blurry. The only thing she could remember was the feeling of betrayal.Marlin, she said to herself, her heart racing once more. She had given him her trust once, or at least thought he was not a threat. But last night, something had changed. The way he looked at her, touched her wasn't a concern. It was predatory.She came into her bathroom and washed her face in cold water, looking at herself in the mirror. What her reflection portrayed to the public was a woman who appeared to have been through a lot more than just a night of binge drinking. She looked pale with red rimmed eyes that were filled with worry. She put on a towel and attempted to regulate her breaths.Her phone rang o
I don’t know,” Christian said, raking a hand through his hair. “But it doesn’t matter. What matters is that you are protected now. “You have to concentrate on recovery and not think about the ‘why’ at the moment.”She slowly shook her head, as the implication of his statement sank in. Healing. It seemed like a strange concept, but one that was needed. “You’re right. I just wish I didn’t feel so lost.”Christian leaned forward and put his hand on top of hers which lay on the coffee table. “You’re not lost. You’re just steering through a storm. This is acceptable because vulnerability is normal and should be expected during the course of the therapy.His hand was warm and she felt her feet touching the ground at that moment. Thank you for being here Christian, I am glad to have you around. This is probably why I don’t think I could process everything alone.”“Then let me help,” he whispered. This is a very good time to say ‘we can go through this together’. I’ll be right by your side.”