Oliver was close to her at work, and she looked at him when he smiled, putting a small bouquet in her hands. “For the artist and the hostess,” he said, and there was tenderness in his tone. “Phoebe, you are doing a splendid work.” I know she is going to be so touched.” Phoebe clutched the bouquet tightly to her chest, her heart filled with emotion. She had not been plotting something like this since the time she was forced into planning formal family functions and the liberty she felt in this instance was something she had not felt for ages. In the evening, they finished everything and placed tiny candles that would burn when it was getting dark. When they were done, everything seemed neat, comfortable and welcoming – a fitting background for Grandma Peterson’s birthday. Phoebe took a moment and looked at the result of their efforts. She glanced at Oliver and with the tone of thankfulness in her voice said. That is all okay I appreciate your help in helping me to put all these toge
Phoebe was still standing on the porch, breathing heavily, after the moment of silence. Christian’s car was gone down the driveway but the energy of his anger and pain did not dissipate and filled the air around the cottage. She was conscious of the fact that Oliver was standing beside her, his hand was near her, in a position that he could catch her if she were to faint. The night was quiet and the silence was filled with things that were never said. And at last he looked her full in the face, with an expression of quiet inquiry. “Are you okay?” She gasped, feeling how her chest was constricted. “I… I don’t know.” She laughed a little but it was forced and even to her it sounded so. That is why I was shocked when he showed up here.” Not like this.” Oliver simply nodded as his face grew stern. “It’s understandable. He has been in your live for years.” Phoebe stood hugging her arms across her chest, as if she was trying to protect herself from the nakedness of the occurrence. “Well
She nodded, and inhaled deeply. “I am… I think I finally am.” She looked away, her eyes focusing on the black sea beyond the glass that came to the shore. “It’s strange. It was so great to spend so much time thinking about what my life would be like if I disappeared, if I could just let myself dream again, and… now I’m beginning to see it. Oliver gave a gentle smile before he could help it and relaxed in the chair, watching her with approval. “It’s amazing, isn’t it? To lastly allow yourself to let go and just exist. He stopped speaking, and turning his head slightly to one side. And the thing about it, Phoebe, is, that nobody else can do it for you.” It has to come from within.” She gazed at him, abruptly perceiving affection and appreciation in her breast. “You are right,” she whispered. “And I’m glad to let you know that you have been reminded of that by my presence.” They sat down cuddling each other enjoying the reflection in the light of the fire that burned on the background
Oliver listened, holding his stare as they strolled, the sand in the beach a little cold and firm to the touch. The sea was calm; the waves gently hit the beach, their sound resonated through the silence of her speaking. He gently grasped her hand and it was as if he wanted her to continue talking, to let go of the burden she had been bearing for so long. “It is quite mind blowing Phoebe,” He said softly to her. “That you are not waiting for someone to bring you happiness, that you are happy with yourself. And I think, once you really believe it, everything else will follow, somehow. That’s when you will start to look at the world from a different perspective. She stared at him, a frown of deep, serious consideration on her face. “It’s a relief, in a way. But it’s also scary. I’ve spent so much time being… what others expected. I think I’m even losing touch with who I am without all of that.” Oliver stopped, looking at her, their fingers still interlocked. ‘You are a strong person,
She did not even pause, and when he offered her his hand, their fingers touched, and they immediately locked their fingers. It was the most charged and yet the most serene time that I felt could be lived and nothing more. They felt as if they were surrounded by a veil, which separated them from the rest of the world, and left them alone with each other.They went on hand in hand, and two of them perfectly coupled as their feet marched them further into the dark. The sea murmured, the day brightened up and only then Phoebe had the feeling that she is really somewhere without any pretense.And the more they strolled along the shore the less words were necessary, the more the silence between them was sacred. They didn’t need words. It was a relief to move their hands and lips, to speak the halting words of a start, the weight of everything they had shared their pasts, their doubts, their hopes lightened in their long, comfortable strides.Finally, they came across a little cove, a lagoon
With the stars coming out one by one, Oliver and Phoebe did not speak, but sat in quiet contemplation as the last of the light disappeared over the horizon. The wind had dropped and there was only the sound of the water as it gently rolled on to the shore. The world seemed vast and she was not overwhelmed by what lay ahead of her for the first time in what seemed like ages.Phoebe slowly inhaled as if drawing in the air around her, the coldness of the air passing through her lungs. “I once believed that happiness was something you had to run after. Like if you didn’t have a goal in mind and were striving for it, it would get lost. Now I’m beginning to think…maybe it is more about searching for the proper place where it is possible simply to let it go.Oliver smiled, he looked into her eyes and they were calm and full of confidence. “Exactly. I’ll be happy when I get this promotion, I’ll be happy when I get that new car, I’ll be happy when I have that new house, we forget that we alrea
Phoebe’s eyes further softened and she looked right into him. ‘It’s so easy for you to be here with me, isn’t it?’ But I know I’m… complicated.”“We’re all complex, Phoebe,” he said softly, in response. “But that doesn’t make you hard to be with. Not for me.”For the first time in a very long time, she felt a swell of happiness at the words he spoke as if he was slowly stripping her of the walls she had constructed. “I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me.”He raised his eyebrows, looking carefully at her face. Perhaps it is because they never bothered to look and hear it. That is why you have so many layers… and that is a good thing. Means you’ve got stories, experiences things that make you… you.”Something in Phoebe’s throat tightened up a little as she listened. “It’s funny,” she whispered. I have always considered those layers as something that is put on me and that I had to remove in order to become…popular. But you make it sound like they are worth keeping.”“Because they
After Oliver had said his piece Phoebe stood there letting his words hang in the cool night air. The waves were saying something as they rolled over the sand, a soothing sound to the soothing sound his voice was to her. For a second or two she glanced at her crossed hands in her lap before returning her eyes to Oliver.Does it apply to everybody? That, once you’ve discovered who you are, it is easier to return, even if you lost your way?”Oliver gave her time to think about it and the tension between them grew. “I think it depends. Some people never really give up who they are even when they have the feeling of being lost. Some people… They may require a gentle prod. Or someone to walk with them for a bit until they see the signs again.”Phoebe pulled her head to one side and her face brightened with a smile. “And you are okay with strolling with me, not even regarding the distance?”Oliver looked her straight into the eyes and she could see that he was not lying. “Always.”She felt a