He sat in his office admiring her picture. Sara’s beauty was intoxicating, but it was her energy that drew him to her. They hadn’t …
He sat in his office admiring her picture. Sara’s beauty was intoxicating, but it was her energy that drew him to her. They hadn’t been together very long, but long enough to know that they enjoyed each other’s company. They had shared many experiences throughout their travels and adventures that had helped them form a close bond. Sara’s lively nature complemented Aidan’s adventurous side. Anyone who met them was amazed by the lively pair’s synergy, and enthusiasm for living life.
In a few days they would proclaim to the world that they wanted to be with one another and no one else. As Aidan continued to stare at Sara’s picture he saw something that puzzled him, Sara’s smile was perfect, but in this particular shot a bit forced. He quickly dismissed the idea, and didn’t proceed to give it a second thought.
“So I think I finally found a date for your wedding!” Josh stepped into Aidan’s office and interrupted his daydreaming.
“Finally.” Aidan retorted with a sarcastic smile.
“Yeah I’ve got a good feeling about this one.”
“What’s different about this one?”
“She’s not much of a talker…but she’s got a quiet intensity about her that turns me on!”
“Any specifics…like what does she do for a living?”
“She’s a muse.”
“What?”
“She inspires the uninspired.”
“And how does she pay the rent?”
“Oh she’s independently wealthy. Apparently she was an i-banker up in NYC, struck it rich a few years back, and retired to become a muse. So fascinating.”
“Josh, what have we talked about?”
“Trust me she’s not a nut. You’ve gotta meet her, you’ll love her, seriously.”
“As long as you’re happy. But take it slow.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m late to dinner with her, I’ll tell you more later.” Josh waved and walked away.
“Ok but don’t forget rehearsal dinner tomorrow night at 7pm.” Aidan called out to him.
“Of course!”
***
It was a warm summer night, there was a slight breeze blowing in from the window, and the only thing that covered their bodies was a soft thin sheet. She lay on his chest, comforted by his strength. He had a strength and confidence that she hadn’t seen in someone for years. Her eyelids felt heavy and as she drifted into a deep slumber she felt at ease, the last words she whispered to him were, “I’m all yours.”
The next morning they awoke, and he looked down at her. His look made her melt; she was willing to do anything for him, because they understood each other. He quietly left the room, and said, “I’m sorry.” The comfort and security she had felt laying in his arms had been instantly replaced by pain. A pain she had foreseen, and effortlessly submitted to. She had tried so hard to prove that she was worthy of his love, as she had told him he was worthy of hers. But it hadn’t been enough. He was a determined man, and his determination outweighed all her efforts.
Her mind wasn’t at ease, but she submitted to the loss.
