Fleeting Moments

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The next day at the office, she reminisced about how magical everything had been the night before.Yet, admist the perfection she felt incomplete. What was it? Why did she feel so unsettled, when she should be ecstatic? Something within her heart was gripping her, tugging at the door, saying, "Let me out. Don't do this. You never gave me a chance." She knew what that was of course. Her unspoken love for Devin was trying to escape and live within her again- but she couldn't let that happen. She was building a new life for herself; that was the past now, and she refused to live in it. Besides her heart nagging at her, there was something else.
She had never looked into Max's soul. She had tried, time and time again, but the doors of perception were closed. He would either look away when she stared intensely, or playfully ask, "What? Can't get enough of this gorgeous face?" No matter how much she wanted to forget about it, she couldn't. Every time, she would remember that moment when she had seen Devin's soul. It was effortless and so intimate. If she could just look into Max's soul-a small peek- then she could give herself to him fully and eternally.
~*~
And here she was at a national convention for lawyers in her and Devin's hometown. Funny how destiny had delt her this card. Why not make the trip? She had told Max all about the convention, and he stubbornly wanted to come with her. She was not going to lie to him about her other 'convention'. She would never lie to anyone whom she loved. Lying, or omission, was betrayal.
Max knew about Devin. Not in the full sense, but he grasped enough to understand that something had transpired between them. Little did Fiona know that destiny would deal her another unexplainable card.
" Wait, does Devin still live in that same town?"
"Yes," Fiona curiously answered.
"You should get together with him to catch up on things. I'm sure he would love to meet up with an old friend and take a stroll down memory lane."
Was she really hearing this? Her own fiancee was prodding her to meet with Devin, forcing her to face her unrequited love. All week she had been frustrated as how to tell Max about wanting to see Devin, and surreally he had suggested the idea. Only in movies and fictional stories were events set up so flawlessly. Ironic, she thought, that it was Max who had unlocked the door to free her love for Devin. Destiny was cornering her from all sides, pressuring her to make a decision. She had always thought that Destiny would make the decision for her; but Destiny brings you up to a certain point, and after that the decision is yours.
"It would be nice to see him again- especially since we'll be in town." She didn't offer Max to come with her to see Devin, and he didn't expect the offer.
He knew what he was doing, and why he had suggested for Fiona to see Devin. He wanted Fiona to be all his- every part of her, every emotion of hers, every passionate being of hers. Sometimes, he would catch Fiona daydreaming, and it wasn't the daydreams that bothered him- it was that he couldn't always be certain that they were about him. He wasn't threatened or suspicious of Devin. After all, Fiona had said yes to him, but if there was anything in her past that wasn't resolved, the time had come for her to do so.

7:10 PM

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