Gabriel and Gyan were college sweethearts, and they thought they had found the love of their lives. Then Gabriel got an opportunity in Australia, and he left behind a heartbroken Gyan.
It's been more than five years, and Gabriel finds hims...
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Gyan and I hadn't spoken much for the past couple days. I wasn't surprised, after all that was said. I still couldn't fathom the idea of Gyan marrying a woman. I knew I hurt him and all, but this was to the extreme.
Or maybe it had nothing to do with me.
Either way, it was an awful idea. I didn't want to envision some woman saying her vows to him, or them making love and having kids. It was sickening to imagine. Most of all, I wanted what was best for him. It didn't matter if he treated the situation with nonchalance.
He would never be happy marrying a woman.
I couldn't take the silence anymore, so I marched into Gyan's room to catch him reading a novel.
I stood in the doorway with my head against the door frame. "Let me guess." His eyes traveled to me. "Tom Clancy?"
He fought a smile. Gyan loved Tom Clancy's novels. They were some of his favorites. That was one thing I loved about Gyan. He wasn't just an athlete. He was also an intellect. Things were never black or white with him. He had dimensions.
"Yeah," Gyan said. "You remember."
"You're not the only one who remembers a lot."
He placed his novel down and swung his legs over, so they would hang off the bed. "What do you want?"
"Can't I just want to talk?"
"Yeah," he said, "but you want something. You're dressed up."
"I'm always dressed up."
"True," he agreed.
People always pointed out my style of dress. I almost always wore button-down shirts with dress pants and dress shoes. That was my casual attire. For something a little more professional, I always went for a nice tux. I was never one for jeans, shorts, t-shirts etc. I only wore them to bed.
"Come with me to the fair," I said. "It'll be fun."
There was a fair in the parking lot of Shirley Heights' largest mall, and I wanted to go. Gyan coming with me would have made it even better.
He winced, thinking it over. "No, thanks," he said. "I think I'll just stay in. Read. Maybe play some chess."
"Who's going to look out for me then?" I asked, sending him an innocent look. His expression softened. "Do you want me to go all by myself?"
