Happiness, that grand mistress of the ceremonies in the dance of life, impels us through all its mazes and meanderings, but leads none of us by the same route. - Albert Camus
Moonlight dimmed. The night wind hummed breezy. Emma sat staring at her PC screen, backtracking the most recent happenings in her life. Her life was a real roller-coaster - her love life was at least, between first sights and second thoughts. What she was certain of at first now deemed an illusion. A mere creation within her imagination. She was doing it again.
A few months ago, Emma took to liking Caine, trusting it was indeed real love - not her truest but simply a realistic one. He made her laugh more than any other guy did. He stood up for her. He was there for her when she needed him. And he cared for her… Together they spent some precious life-sharing moments, building their trust on each other block by block, the foundation being a firm, strong base called Love. For a moment her naive mind thought he could be “the One”. If it was a movie it would be called “By Chance”, he would have won the Best Actor Award in the Golden Globes and she would be taking the Best Supporting Actress Award home.
It was so perfect!
…but she soon found out that nothing was and is perfect. Nothing will ever be.
Cared for. That was all it was. Indeed, it was only a movie, he was the best actor. It was disappointing, still, for Emma didn’t win her award. She cried. She regretted. Her heart was shattered. For a moment, her desire to be whisked away, away from it all yearns stronger in her veins. It was the typical reaction. How foolish she was to easily believe it. How foolish of her to fall in love.
A fool in love, she always was. Guys came and left, leaving bittersweet memories. Emma and her guys never dated, although only one of them did date her. Yet the memories, the memories were beautiful enough to last a lifetime.
It has always been that way…
“Em, look on the bright side, at least…” His fingers brushed the strands of her hair tenderly. Gabriel whispered softly in her ears, “We tried, didn’t we?”
“I know, Gabe, I know. Somehow, my presence in their lives seemed to catapult their consciousness. They’re going for what they think is good. I believe in them - even if it will draw us apart. I’m doing it again. I… I’m letting go. Again.” There was a shiver in her voice.
Tears. Warm tears of hers. Her emotionless face. A cold, closed heart she owned. Gabriel hold her tight, like a brother comforting his little sister when she lost her doll, his mind in silence said, Milady, I’m sorry. Perhaps it is getting to you now. After all those times you tried to bar them within. Your feelings are showing. He was your friend. A great friend. Your best friend.
Luc snorted, leaning crossed-arm against the door, as he watched his twin brother and Emma. What happened was nothing to cry about. Those guys, they were lucky to even know her. They knew they were. The only problem was they never told her how they felt. Luc knew them well. Like Gabriel who watches over Emma, Luc watched over her guys. Just as Gabriel’s job was to ensure he happiness, his was to ensure they make her happy. Where did he went wrong? No where. It was a matter of the kind of guys she chose. They were all the same, really. Those who kept things to themselves because they didn’t want her to worry, to cry. Well, she did cry in the end, didn’t she?
His eyes fixed on the couple, Luc felt pity for his brother instead.
Why didn’t you tell her yet, Gabe? She can’t hear you for long… They always grow up. When she does, it’ll be too late then.
