Circle of Destiny

Troubled beginnings

An hour passed, and Taylor needed to get ready for work at her architecture office. As she moved around the room, she found Travis standing in her way, still searching for his clothes. Her annoyance grew with each passing second.

"Excuse me," she said, her voice edged with impatience as she tried to squeeze past him.

Travis looked up, still fumbling through the scattered items on the floor. "I'm trying to find my clothes," he explained, frustration creeping into his tone.

With a frustrated huff, Taylor grabbed the red dress from yesterday off the floor and slammed it aside, her irritation palpable. She then continued to search for her things, muttering under her breath. Travis watched her, noticing the intensity of her exasperation, and sighed heavily before sitting on the edge of the bed, feeling just as overwhelmed.

Taylor joined him to put on her heels, her movements sharp and precise. The tension in the room was almost tangible.

"I can't find them," Travis admitted after a moment, his voice filled with confusion.

"What do you mean you can't find them? Where are they?" Taylor snapped, slipping on one heel while glaring at him.

"I don't know," Travis replied, feeling increasingly baffled by the situation. "It's weird. They should be here."

Taylor, holding her other heel in one hand, waved it at him in frustration. "You can see the house! If they're not in the bathroom or here in the room, then they're not at home!" She then put on the second heel with an irritated grunt.

Travis looked at her, utterly confused. "What do you mean? Did I come here without my clothes?"

Taylor glared at him, her patience wearing thin. "You're the one who should know, not me!"

Realizing something was indeed wrong, Travis grabbed his phone from the nightstand and called Patrick. He spoke quickly, trying to keep his frustration in check. "Hey, Patrick, I need you. I need clothes. Now."

Patrick sounded slightly surprised. "Umm, okay...where's the location?"

Travis glanced at Taylor, who was now gathering her things in a hurry. "What's the address?" he asked her.

Taylor rattled off the address and floor number without looking up from her purse. Patrick, on the other end, felt a pang of suspicion as he noted the background noise. "Is he talking to a girl? What's going on?" he wondered silently.

Meanwhile, Taylor, grabbed her purse and jacket, shot Travis an annoyed look and said"I'm going before your friend gets here. When you leave, close the door," she said mockingly, as if doubting his ability to do so.

Travis watched her, frustration etched on his face. He pulled out a card and handed it to her. "This has my number on it. We need to sit down and talk about how to handle this...misfortune we've found ourselves in."

Taylor snapped the card from his hand, her anger palpable. "You mean the misfortune you put us into? GOD what brought you into my life? I can barely handle my own problems, and now i have to handle you??? i swear you've made me hate the idea of marriage i always dreamed of."

Without waiting for a response, she stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Travis sat on the bed, the sound of the slamming door echoing in his ears, feeling the weight of their situation settle heavily on his shoulders.