Another Chance To Say... [ON HOLD]

Yesterday Is Just A Memory

Sabine was putting the last of the bakery's things into a banker's box. She was just coming through the double doors leading from the kitchen when she heard the tinkle of the door chimes.

"Sorry, we're closed..." she stopped mid-sentence when she saw who came in through the door. "Gael."

"So you did it, huh? You got married."

"I did."

"Edith showed me your wedding video online. I would say congratulations, but I won't mean it."

"That's okay."

"Sab..."

"What are you doing here?" she quickly said before he can get another word in. "We're closing. We went out of business."

"I thought your business was doing fine."

"Well, things are not always as they look, right?" she asked pointedly.

He didn't say anything.

"I have to go..." she started.

"I didn't even know you were seeing anyone."

"You didn't need to know. How's Bianca?"

"I didn't know you were seeing anyone seriously," he said again not listening to a word she said.

"Well, not all of us are famous and need to be plastered all over the news. I'm just little old me who runs a small bake shop...well, ran a small bake shop. Past tense."

"Sab, do you need money? I can help you keep this place open..." he said desperately, desperate to keep her where she was, desperate to keep her talking to him.

"I don't need your money," she said a little hurt and offended at his words. "I'm moving to California with my husband, that's why I had to close down."

"What?" he asked, clearly taken aback by her revelation.

"My life is with my husband now, and he lives in San Francisco. I need to be where he is."

"Sab, I love you!" he suddenly blurted out. He made a move to go around the counter that separated them, but she put a hand up to stop him.

"Don't. Please don't come any closer," she said with fresh tears running down her cheeks.

"Sab...my love..."

"Don't. You don't have the right to call me that."

"I know! And I'm so stupid! I miss you so much. I want to tell you everything..." he had tears running down his cheeks as well.

"No, it's too late. I'm married."

"Do you love him?"

"Of course I love him. I wouldn't have married him if I didn't."

"I don't believe you," he said listlessly.

"It doesn't matter."

"Well, I know he doesn't love you as much as I do; will never love you as much as I do."

"You don't love me. In fact I don't think you ever did. Please stop this."

He was about to speak up when they heard the door chime again. Sabine looked up at the direction of the door and saw her husband, Scott.

"Hon, are you okay?" Scott asked as he kissed his wife on the cheek. He looked at the man on the other side of the counter quizzically.

"Yup," she wiped her eyes and answered succinctly. "I was just saying my goodbyes to someone I used to know."