Font Size:  

“Are you serious?” His shield of macho had broken off, and now he looked vulnerable.

“Yeah,”

He instantly sat upright. “Has, does… has she seen you? Have you met?”

“Yeah, we’ve met,” I responded.

He sighed.

“But there’s bad news.”

He immediately frowned.

“I don’t think she is there alone.”

He sighed, his eyes downcast.

“But she’s closer to you, isn’t she? And your daughters, too.”

“Forget it,” he gulped down his glass and poured himself another drink.

“Don’t try to get drunk, man,” I warned.

“I won’t,” he growled.

His state was truly pitiable. Perhaps he might need a therapist.

I hated to see him this way.

“Why don’t you tell her you still love her and want her back?” I suggested.

He looked up at me and began laughing.

“After seven years?” He suddenly grew somber again, his eyes red with emotions.

“It’s not a crime to still be in love after seven years of divorce, is it?”

He went mute and resumed drinking.

“Man, I want you to know that your cowardly flight must end sooner or later. You will have to eventually make a decision that’s best for you and your family.”

He ignored me and rose to his feet.

“We didn’t work out seven years ago. We’ll never work out.” He solemnly said.

“Won’t you at least give it a try? It’s not bad to try. You still love this woman, and you are here torturing yourself with the past.”

“You don’t know her like I do,” he turned away and began walking out of the room.

“I can drive you home.”

“I can drive myself.” He snapped back, and then he was gone.

It was sad to know that Mason was in a much tighter situation than I was. He was in love, yet his love tormented him. He had children, yet he lived alone.

He wanted to act in the best way possible, yet he was shooting himself in the leg.

The lights that flooded the town rivaled the stars in the sky. My mind wandered to Fiona.

Source: www.allfreenovel.com
Articles you may like