Love Deferred (Andrei Roxas ans Fides Mondragon Story)

chapter 19:stirred thoughts

As Fides drove home, her grip tight on the steering wheel, her mind churned with conflicting emotions. What was that bouquet for? Why did Andrei suddenly appear after all these years, with flowers no less? The gesture stirred memories she had long buried, memories of a simpler time when their friendship was uncomplicated.

Flashbacks flooded her mind—a distant echo of a moment in their youth:

"Andrei! Look, I picked some flowers for you! Good morning," Fides had said, offering a handful of blooms with a shy smile.

Andrei had taken the flowers, but instead of accepting them graciously, he plucked a full stem of orchids and tossed them into the nearby shore.

"Don't be awkward, Fides. Don't burden yourself," Andrei had replied tersely. "A woman should not give a man flowers. It should be the other way around."

"But I thought maybe—" Fides had started to explain, her voice trailing off as Andrei interrupted.

"You should know," he had said dismissively, cutting her off.

Now, all these years later, Andrei had shown up with a bouquet in hand. The irony was not lost on Fides. She remembered his rejection of her gesture so vividly—the hurt and embarrassment she had felt that day.

"He'll give me a bouquet now? How ironic," Fides muttered to herself, her frustration evident in her voice. She couldn't understand why Andrei had chosen now of all times to try to make amends if that was indeed his intention. The bouquet felt like a misguided attempt to bridge a chasm that had widened over the years.

As she drove through the familiar streets towards her home, Fides wrestled with conflicting thoughts. Part of her wanted to confront Andrei, but another part of her wanted to simply forget it all, to leave the past where it belonged—in the past.

But deep down, beneath the layers of hurt and confusion, a small flicker of curiosity burned. What did Andrei hope to achieve with those flowers? Was there more to his return than met the eye?

With a sigh, Fides turned into her driveway, her mind still swirling with unanswered questions. Tomorrow would bring new challenges, and she would need to find a way to navigate them, bouquets and all.

As Fides parked her car in the driveway, she remained lost in thought, the events of the day replaying in her mind like a persistent echo. The bouquet Andrei had brought lingered in her thoughts, a symbol of their complicated history and the unresolved emotions between them.

Entering her home, Fides kicked off her shoes and wandered into the kitchen. She poured herself a glass of water, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions inside her. The memory of Andrei's dismissive reaction to her gesture from years ago stung anew. She had wanted to show kindness, to bridge the gap between them even then, but Andrei's response had left her feeling small and misunderstood.

Sipping her water, Fides leaned against the kitchen counter, staring out the window into the quiet night. The glow of streetlights cast gentle shadows on the familiar surroundings, offering a semblance of peace amidst the turmoil in her mind.

"Why now, Andrei?" she whispered into the stillness of her kitchen. "Why bring flowers after all this time?"

She knew she couldn't ignore his gesture completely. Despite her initial instinct to dismiss it as misguided or insincere, a part of her couldn't help but wonder if there was more to Andrei's return than met the eye. People change, circumstances evolve, and perhaps Andrei has grown as well.

But the hurt from the past remained fresh, a barrier she wasn't sure she could breach again. Their paths had diverged so significantly since their childhood, and Faith—no longer Fides—had built a life that felt separate and whole without Andrei in it.

Setting down her glass, Fides made her way to the living room, sinking into the comfort of her favorite armchair. She glanced at her phone, contemplating whether to reach out to Andrei or to let the silence linger a while longer. Each option carried its weight of uncertainty and risk.

In the quiet of her home, Fides realized that she needed time to process her feelings, untangle the complexities of their shared history, and determine what, if anything, she wanted from Andrei now. 

With that thought, Fides closed her eyes, allowing the stillness of the night to envelop her. The bouquet remained a poignant reminder of the past.

Andrei lingered in Fides's thoughts, even as she drifted into sleep. His unexpected reappearance had unsettled her deeply, stirring emotions she thought she had tucked away long ago.

In the quiet darkness of her bedroom, Fides tossed and turned, her mind unable to escape the memories of Andrei—their childhood friendship, the hurtful rejection, and now, his perplexing gesture with the bouquet. Images flickered through her dreams: Andrei's face, his voice echoing with past conversations, and the weight of unresolved questions that hung between them.

She woke several times throughout the night, Andrei's presence lingering like an uninvited guest in her thoughts. Each time she closed her eyes, it seemed his image was there, intertwined with her hopes and fears, stirring a turmoil she couldn't easily shake off.

As dawn approached, Fides finally emerged from fitful sleep, her mind still clouded with thoughts of Andrei. The sunlight filtering through her window brought a new day, but the uncertainty remained. She knew she couldn't ignore the impact of his return on her life, nor the emotions that now simmered beneath the surface.

With a sigh, Fides resolved to face the day ahead with a renewed determination. She would confront the questions that Andrei's presence had unearthed, seeking clarity and understanding amidst the tangled web of their shared history.

Andrei had stirred something within her—a mix of nostalgia, regret, and a faint glimmer of hope. Whether their paths would intertwine again or diverge once more, Fides knew she had to find her own peace amidst the memories that now danced on the edges of her consciousness, both waking and in dreams.

Throughout the day, as Fides went about her routine, Andrei's presence continued to linger in her thoughts like an unresolved chord in a melody. The events of the previous day replayed in her mind, each moment scrutinized for clues to his intentions and the implications for their past and future.

At work, Fides found herself distracted, her focus drifting from tasks as she mulled over their history. Colleagues noticed her abstraction, but she managed to deflect their inquiries with a polite smile and a brief explanation. Internally, she wrestled with conflicting emotions—anger at Andrei's past dismissal, curiosity about his present motivations, and a guarded hope that perhaps he had genuinely changed.

Throughout the day, Fides found herself grappling with a whirlwind of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her usual composure. In between meetings and tasks, her mind incessantly returned to Andrei and the bouquet that now seemed to symbolize their tangled history.

Colleagues noticed her distracted demeanor, a departure from her usual focused presence in the office. They exchanged concerned glances and offered sympathetic nods, but Fides managed to deflect their inquiries with a practiced smile and a few vague explanations about personal matters occupying her thoughts.

Internally, however, she was navigating a turbulent sea of conflicting feelings. Anger simmered beneath the surface at Andrei's past dismissal of her gesture—the memory of him callously discarding the flowers she had offered in goodwill still stung with fresh pain. Yet, intertwined with her anger was a persistent curiosity about his sudden reappearance and what it might signify. Could Andrei's gesture with the bouquet signal a genuine desire to reconnect and mend old wounds? Or was it merely a fleeting impulse that held no deeper meaning?