In the swirling fog of a dream, Emily stepped into the room and halted at the threshold as if the air had thickened to syrup. Before her, in a wedding gown that rippled like liquid moonlight, stood Sophieand she appeared radiant beyond reason. The dress clung to her form in ways that defied ordinary cloth, while quiet, weightless joy shimmered in her eyes like distant lanterns. Emily could not contain her outburst.
God, you shine like the first light of dawn! she called, eyes locked on her friend. I am overjoyed for you! At last you have turned this page and opened your heart to fresh feelings, leaving Nathan behind! You are truly brave!
Sophie winced faintly, her smile dissolving like mist under sudden sun. She hurried to the dress fastenings, fingers working without meeting Emilys gaze.
Better to remove it, she murmured, deftly releasing the tiny hooks along the side. Only two weeks remain until the ceremony. Should anything happen to the gown, another like it will never be found.
Emily bit her lip. She understood at once that she had spoken wrongly. Why recall Nathan now? With a worthy man finally in Sophies life, echoes of the past served no purpose. Nathan had not merited even one of Sophies tearsespecially after all he had wrought.
In the dreams shifting logic, Sophie had once believed him the single, true one. She had trusted their bond to endure forever. Yet gradually everything unraveled in odd, sideways ways. First he drifted, inventing excuses to avoid meetings, then openly faulted her choices, her friends, her dreams as if they were stray clouds to be dispersed. He persuaded her to abandon a promising work project, talked her from an internship across the ocean, and later insisted she alter her entire line of work.
Sophies family could not grasp what overtook her. They saw her changing, shedding pieces of herself, yet could do nothing. Attempts at talk became storms of argumentNathan had convinced Sophie that her kin simply refused him and sought to shatter their perfect love. Tension mounted until Sophie nearly ceased speaking with her parents.
Then he vanished. He simply departed, offering no word, leaving not even a farewell note. Only a deep wound in the soul lingeredand the child Sophie chose to keep, whatever the cost.
Now, watching her friend shed the wedding gown in frantic haste, Emily felt a sharp sting of guilt. She had wished only to celebrate Sophies happiness, to see her truly content. She had never meant to awaken old hurts.
In this dream, little Nathan had reached four years. He was a lively, curious child forever questioning the world around him. He wondered why the sky turned blue, where clouds wandered when they left, or delighted in tiny creatures spotted during walks. The teachers at the nursery often remarked on his quick mind: Nathan learned swiftly, memorized verses with ease, and listened rapt to long tales.
The boy spent nearly every hour with his grandmother and grandfatherSophies parents. They gladly assumed care of their grandson and nurtured him in every way possible. They had chosen the nursery with English lessons, begun taking him to the pool, and enrolled him in dance classes. Sophie visited her son several times each week yet never remained longer than an hour.
The cause was simple and aching. Little Nathan resembled his father with startling closenessthe same dark curling hair, the same eye shape, the same faintly teasing smile. Each glance at her son returned Sophie to the past, to days when she had believed their family would hold joy. She loved the boy with her whole heart, took pride in his steps forward, rejoiced at every smile. Yet with love arrived a sharp, squeezing pain. Whenever she lifted him or met his eyes, tears gathered. She would turn aside, pretend to straighten her clothes or hunt something in her bag, then weep quietly once he could no longer see.
One evening Sophie arrived at her parents home to fetch Nathan. The boy sat on the carpet assembling a puzzle, brow furrowed in focus. Spotting his mother he sprang up happily and ran to her.
Mother, look! he tugged her toward the carpet. I am nearly finished. Here is the house and the tree, and here here the dog will go!
Sophie knelt beside him, attempting a smile.
Very lovely, she said, smoothing his hair. You are clever, fitting everything so neatly.
Nathan paused, then lifted his eyes.
Mother, where is my father? Every child at nursery has a father, only I do not
Sophie grew still. Everything within her tightened, yet she kept her voice even.
I do not know, dear. Your father is far away now. But he thinks of you, truly.
Why does he never call? Nathan frowned as if puzzling over a riddle. I would tell him I learned to tie my own laces!
He he is simply very occupied, Sophie whispered, a lump rising in her throat. But I am certain he is proud of you.
The boy considered a moment, nodded as though accepting the answer, and returned to the puzzle.
Very well. Then I shall complete this house, and Father will see how clever I am!
Sophie remained beside him, watching, and silently swallowed her tears. She longed to speak more, to comfort him, yet words would not come. Instead she reached out and stroked his hair again, drawing in the scent of childrens shampoo, striving to hold this momenther son close, content and trusting, despite questions without answers.
Still Sophie could not cease thinking of Nathan. Deep within she continued inventing reasons for him. Perhaps something terrible had happened? Perhaps he had fallen into trouble and could not reach her? These thoughts helped her remain upright, avoiding the pit of despair.
Those close tried repeatedly to speak plainly. Her mother gently hinted it was unwise to live in the past, that she must focus on her son and her own days. Friends stated directly: He left you. Time to accept it and move ahead! Yet Sophie would not listen. She argued fiercely, recalling their happiness, the promises he had given. Such talks often ended with her withdrawing into silence, the others sighing and stepping back.
Meanwhile Sophie stayed active. From time to time she checked social networks, telephoned old places where he might appear, even posted pleas for help in locating him. All without result. But she could notor would notaccept that Nathan had simply walked away by choice and would not return.
Then, after five long years, a man entered Sophies life who managed to thaw her heart. It occurred almost by chance: they met at the birthday gathering of a mutual acquaintance. James at once drew her attention. The man was reliable, no other description fit. He was genuine! Sincere, kind, caring the very finest!
From the earliest meetings Sophie sensed she could be herself with this man. James never demanded false cheer or endless smiles. When she grew weary he simply suggested going home. When she wished silence he did not press her to speak. James proved the man she seemed to have sought: serious, steadyand, most of all, sincerely in love.
His affections appeared even in small matters: learning her preferred coffee in advance, remembering her colleagues names and inquiring after their affairs, quietly taking charge of everyday concerns. He was ready to carry her in his arms, and Sophie, there was no denying, made full use of those feelings.
What moved her most was how James found common ground with little Nathan. At their first meeting the boy regarded the stranger warily, clutching his mothers hand. Yet James surprised her here too. He crouched to Nathans level and asked which cartoons the boy liked. Within half an hour they assembled a construction set together, Nathan proudly displaying his favorite toys.
Over time James became a frequent visitor at Sophies parents home where Nathan lived. He took the boy to the park, taught him to ride a bicycle, read stories before sleep. Once, when Sophie found them drawing together, James said calmly: I would like to become a real father to him. If you allow, I am prepared to adopt Nathan.
Emily rejoiced sincerely for her friend. She saw Sophie gradually altering: light returned to her eyes, the constant shadow of worry left her face, and her smile grew genuine rather than forced. But today Emily had blunderedaccidentally touching an old wound by mentioning Nathan during their talk. Now she hoped only that Sophie was not too distressed and would not sink into gloom.
Yet Sophie behaved with surprising calm.
I have grown, she said with a light smile, laying the dress carefully on the bed. And I understand clearly that my feelings for Nathan must stay in the past. At times I even regret naming my son after him. I was foolish, refused all advice How did you tolerate me at all?
Emily touched her hand gently.
Do you plan to bring Nathan home from your parents?
Yes, Sophie answered, growing serious at once. James especially urges it. He even suggested changing the boys name. He says it will be simpler for me. In any case the birth certificate must be redone once the adoption is complete.
She paused, watching raindrops slide down the window glass.
You know, I used to fear little Nathan would constantly remind me of the past. But now I see I was mistaken. He is my son, and he deserves a full childhood with two parents who love him! Grandmother and grandfather are good, of course, but they cannot replace parents! And James understands this. He truly wishes to be a father to him! If only you could see how strongly he has grown attached to the boy!
An excellent idea! Emily brightened. You could ask your son which name he prefers. That way he may adjust to the changes more quickly.
I am not certain. I do not yet know how to proceed. There is still time; we shall consider.
In truth Sophie was not entirely honest. She still loved Nathan, and that love had not vanished. Only it had led her nowhere good. Her parents increasingly refused her time with her son, for she would begin weeping at nearly every visit, frightening the child. Friends no longer wished to hear of her troubles and privately doubted her sense. Thus it was time to release the past and focus on the present.
On the wedding, for example.
Yet it was terribly difficult!
James was certainly a good man, but he was not Nathan. Sophie felt no deep affection for him, merely using his devotion to her own ends.
If Nathan returned she would give everything to stand beside him.
No wedding will take place! Sophie declared with burning eyes, nearly dancing. We part like ships passing in the night!
James regarded Sophie in bewilderment, struggling to grasp her words. Only one week remained until the weddingthey had discussed the menu, chosen flowers, invited guests. Everything had seemed solid, near at hand And now she stated there would be no wedding?
How can there be no wedding? the man tried to understand whether his bride spoke seriously or merely played a foolish joke. Sophie, what has happened? Explain properly.
But Sophie brushed aside his questions. She moved restlessly about the room, seizing things from shelves and casting them into an open suitcase. Her eyes gleamed, a smile played on her lipsso unfamiliar, so genuine.
Nathan has returned! she burst out, not looking at James. In her voice rang such real happiness that something inside him broke. He arrived yesterday; we spoke I could scarcely believe it at first!
She stopped at last, turned to him, and in her gaze lay no shadow of regretonly delight and impatience.
I am grateful for the past six months, she continued, softening her tone slightly. It was calm and comfortable with you You are a fine person, James. But I never truly loved you. Now that I have a chance at real happiness, I cannot let it pass.
James felt a cold emptiness spreading through his chest. Nathan. Always Nathan. The same man Sophie spoke of with such reverence that James felt superfluous. He had known she still thought of him yet hoped time and their shared life would change her heart.
Have you already spoken with him? he finally managed, his voice tight as though air were scarce. What did he say? What excuse has he offered this time?
He offered no excuses, Sophie replied sharply. He simply said he realized the mistake he made. That all this time he thought only of me!
She turned away again, continuing to pack, while James remained rooted, sensing the world around him drain of color.
We spoke on the telephone, she went on, sorting through a desk drawer to check for anything left behind. His parents insisted on study abroad, and he could not warn me of his departure. Can you imagine? All that time he thought only of me, simply could not reach out. But now everything will settlewe shall be together and live a long, happy life!
In Sophies memory rose that telephone conversation with Nathanthe first after their long separation. Nathans voice sounded agitated, slightly broken:
Sophie, I know how terrible this appears. But understandmy parents placed me before a fact. They said: study in New York or they disown me. I tried to resist, honestly tried But they blocked all my cards, cut access to my accounts. I did not even possess my own telephone!
Why did you never call me even once? Sophies voice trembled, yet she fought to conceal her hurt.
I could not. What would I tell you? That I proved too weak to stand against my parents?
Listening to his jumbled explanations, Sophie felt warmth spread within. All the hurts and bitterness of recent months seemed to dissolve in his voice. She realized she had awaited this call the entire timeevery day, every hour.
Now everything will be different, Nathan continued. I left my studies and returned. And I am going nowhere else.
These words echoed in her mind as she stood before James.
She fell silent a moment, quickly surveyed the room as if ensuring nothing was forgotten. Only then did she notice how pale James had become. His face had turned nearly white, his stare fixed on one point, as though looking through her.
Do not worry, Sophie added more gently, yet without a trace of doubt in her voice. I have already told everyone the wedding is cancelled. Explained everything, asked them not to trouble you. Naturally sympathizers will surround you, but you are strong; you will manage.
She approached the suitcase, drew it closer and adjusted the handle, as if that mattered most now. Then she looked at James again, her eyes showing neither regret nor hesitation.
And please, do not telephone me, do not send meaningless messages or leave voicemails, she said firmly, almost as a command. My decision is final and I shall not alter it under any circumstances!
She lifted the suitcase, swayed slightly under its weight, yet immediately straightened and moved toward the door, as though fearing any delay might weaken her resolve.
James stood in the rooms center, feeling everything inside tighten with pain and confusion. He drew a deep breath, striving to compose himself. He wished to shout, demand answers, yet held backhe did not want to appear weak or desperate. He clenched his fists, then slowly released them, attempting to speak evenly, almost casually:
Are you not rushing too much? he said, watching Sophie closely.
She halted at the door, gripping the suitcase handle, but did not turn. Her shoulders were tense, fingers clutching the leather tightly.
What if he does not wish to resume the relationship? James continued, stepping nearer. Or refuses to acknowledge the son? Or perhaps he has already proposed?
Sophie spun around sharply. Her face burned with excitement and irritation. She advanced several steps toward James, as though wishing to prove something, force him to understand.
He invited me for a serious conversation! she exclaimed. That is sufficient! And stop attempting to blacken himNathan is not that sort!
Her voice trembled on the final words, yet she regained control at once, stood tall, and pulled the suitcase toward the door again.
You might help, she muttered through her teeth, struggling to raise the heavy case.
James stepped forward automatically, as if truly intending to assist, but stopped short. Why help someone who had trampled his feelings? He saw clearly that she was already mentally far away, beside Nathan. In her eyes shone certainty, nearly rapture: soon a new life full of happiness and love would begin. She clearly pictured Nathan meeting her with a smile, saying all would be well, that they would finally be together.
But reality stood otherwise. Nathan, who had invited her for a serious conversation, had no intention of proposing or swearing eternal love. He wished only to explain, close the old chapter, and begin anewwithout Sophie. Especially as he was already taken.
And Sophie, lost in her dreams, missed the obvious. She had awaited this moment so long that she was ready to believe anything rather than face disappointment once more.
After much effort dragging the suitcase to the door, she paused a second, resting her palm on the handle as though about to speak. But she thought better of it, flung the door open and stepped out without a backward glance.
James remained in the middle of the room, staring at the closed door. A faint trace of her perfume still lingered in the air, and her final words echoed: Nathan is not that sort!
Slowly he sank into a chair, weariness descending like a heavy wave. Everything had unfolded too swiftly, too completely. Now he faced learning to live with itwithout Sophie, without plans for the future, without illusions.
Nathan opened the door, puzzled by such an early visitor. On the threshold stood Sophie with two suitcases, her face glowing with joy, eyes burning with anticipation. He froze, unable to speak. Only one thought circled: How could she misread everything so?
He had been certain it was long finished. When Sophie began seeing James, Nathan had finally breathed relief. Now he could return calmly to his home city, live here with his wife, without fearing sudden calls, tears or accusations. He had even silently thanked Sophie for finding anotherit had solved every problem at once.
True, he had telephoned her and tried to convey that everything had changed, even suggested meeting on neutral ground, but it had been pure formality.
And now she stood at his door with luggage, clearly expecting more than conversation. Nathan stepped back without thinking, gathering his thoughts.
Nathan! Sophie cried upon seeing him. I have decided everything. I am here, and we shall finally be together!
Her voice sounded so certain, as though no other possibility existed. She stepped forward, but Nathan raised his hand instinctively to halt her.
Sophie, wait he began, keeping his tone soft. You probably do not know everything.
She frowned, her smile sliding slowly away.
What do you mean? We agreed to meet and discuss everything!
Nathan drew a deep breath, understanding the moment could not be avoided.
I am married, Sophie. For two years now. My wife and I are very happy.
Sophie froze, eyes widening in shock. She remained silent several seconds, as though unable to accept what she had heard. Then her face twistedpanic, hurt and outrage mixing in her gaze.
What are you saying? she whispered, shaking her head. This cannot be You telephoned me, said everything had changed!
I telephoned to say a proper goodbye, Nathan replied quietly. I wished to explain that time has passed, that each of us now has our own life. But you appear to have understood it differently.
Sophie stepped back, her hands trembling. She clenched her fists, striving to steady herself, yet emotions overwhelmed her.
You you simply lied to me the entire time! she shouted, voice shaking with anger. How could you do that? I gave up everything for you!
Nathan felt irritation rising within. He had not wanted a scene or to justify himself, yet Sophie clearly would not leave without confrontation.
I never promised you anything, he said firmly. You decided we would be together. I simply did not wish to hurt you, so I spoke carefully. But now everything is clear, is it not?
Sophie screamed, seized one suitcase and hurled it to the floor with force. Things scattered across the hallway, but she paid them no mind. She shouted accusations, demanded explanations, her voice growing louder and louder.
Nathan had to escort her politely yet firmly out to the stairwell. He closed the door, hoping this would end the matter. But Sophie did not calmshe knocked on the door, shouted his name. Neighbors began peering from their flats, some coughing in displeasure, others loudly protesting.
An hour later, with Sophies cries growing still louder and neighbors seriously threatening to summon the police, she finally left. Before departing she turned, looked at the door of Nathans flat and shouted through tears:
I shall return! You will yet regret this!
Nathan closed his eyes, feeling exhaustion cover him completely. He understood this was not the end. Sophie was stubborn, and once she set her mind to something she would not easily retreat.
He went to the sitting room, sat on the sofa and considered. Urgent measures were required. Remaining in this flat was no longer possibleSophie might return, cause a scene, disturb the neighbors. Nathan took out his telephone and opened a property website.
Time to sell the flat and seek another, he decided. Preferably in another part of the city
Sophie walked the streets, noticing nothing around her. Tears veiled her eyes, fragments of thoughts whirled in her head, her soul felt heavy and empty. She still could not fully grasp what had occurred. In her imagination Nathan was to meet her with open arms, say he had awaited this moment, that they would finally be together. But reality proved cruel and unyielding.
She wandered the city for a long while, striving to gather strength. Her feet carried her, as in a dream, to Jamess door. Sophie stopped at the entrance, wiped her tears, smoothed her hairwishing to appear at least somewhat collected. Drawing a deep breath, she climbed to the proper floor and pressed the bell hesitantly.
James did not open at once. When he finally appeared in the doorway his face remained cold and distant. He regarded Sophie silently, making no attempt to invite her inside.
James, please, she began in a trembling voice. I know what I have done. I understand how foolish and cruel my actions were. But I I wish to set everything right.
She fell silent, searching for words. Tears glistened in her eyes again.
I shall never mention Nathans name again, she continued, looking him directly in the eyes. I swear. All this was a mistake. I have realized that only with you can I be happy. Please, grant me a chance.
Her voice sounded sincere, almost desperate. She truly believed her own wordsat this moment it seemed that if James forgave her, everything would mend.
James slowly shook his head. No, he would not be deceived a second time!
Sophie, he said quietly, you already decided. A few hours ago you stood in my flat with suitcases and stated you were leaving for him. You were certain of your choice.
I was mistaken then! she interrupted. I did not understand what I was doing! I was overcome by emotion! I
James sighed, running a hand through his hair. It was not easy for him, yet he knew firmly he could not yield to feelings again.
You did not merely leave meyou left for him. You made a choice, and I accepted it. Now, when everything has gone wrong, you wish to return?
Yes! Sophie exclaimed. Because I love you. Only you.
He remained silent several seconds, then gave a faint smile and declared firmly:
I no longer believe in the sincerity of your words. Goodbye.
Sophie felt everything inside her break. James watched her calmly, without anger, yet his eyes held not a drop of doubt. He truly no longer believed her.
Please she whispered, but her voice trembled and broke.
I am sorry, James said. But this will be better for us both.
He closed the door, leaving Sophie standing in the empty hallway. She remained motionless a few seconds longer, then slowly sank onto a step, covered her face with her hands and wept. This time the tears were not from anger or hurtfrom the bitter realization that she had lost both Nathan and James, and now did not know how to continue.In the swirling fog of a dream, Emily stepped into the room and halted at the threshold as if the air had thickened to syrup. Before her, in a wedding gown that rippled like liquid moonlight, stood Sophieand she appeared radiant beyond reason. The dress clung to her form in ways that defied ordinary cloth, while quiet, weightless joy shimmered in her eyes like distant lanterns. Emily could not contain her outburst.
God, you shine like the first light of dawn! she called, eyes locked on her friend. I am overjoyed for you! At last you have turned this page and opened your heart to fresh feelings, leaving Nathan behind! You are truly brave!
Sophie winced faintly, her smile dissolving like mist under sudden sun. She hurried to the dress fastenings, fingers working without meeting Emilys gaze.
Better to remove it, she murmured, deftly releasing the tiny hooks along the side. Only two weeks remain until the ceremony. Should anything happen to the gown, another like it will never be found.
Emily bit her lip. She understood at once that she had spoken wrongly. Why recall Nathan now? With a worthy man finally in Sophies life, echoes of the past served no purpose. Nathan had not merited even one of Sophies tearsespecially after all he had wrought.
In the dreams shifting logic, Sophie had once believed him the single, true one. She had trusted their bond to endure forever. Yet gradually everything unraveled in odd, sideways ways. First he drifted, inventing excuses to avoid meetings, then openly faulted her choices, her friends, her dreams as if they were stray clouds to be dispersed. He persuaded her to abandon a promising work project, talked her from an internship across the ocean, and later insisted she alter her entire line of work.
Sophies family could not grasp what overtook her. They saw her changing, shedding pieces of herself, yet could do nothing. Attempts at talk became storms of argumentNathan had convinced Sophie that her kin simply refused him and sought to shatter their perfect love. Tension mounted until Sophie nearly ceased speaking with her parents.
Then he vanished. He simply departed, offering no word, leaving not even a farewell note. Only a deep wound in the soul lingeredand the child Sophie chose to keep, whatever the cost.
Now, watching her friend shed the wedding gown in frantic haste, Emily felt a sharp sting of guilt. She had wished only to celebrate Sophies happiness, to see her truly content. She had never meant to awaken old hurts.
In this dream, little Nathan had reached four years. He was a lively, curious child forever questioning the world around him. He wondered why the sky turned blue, where clouds wandered when they left, or delighted in tiny creatures spotted during walks. The teachers at the nursery often remarked on his quick mind: Nathan learned swiftly, memorized verses with ease, and listened rapt to long tales.
The boy spent nearly every hour with his grandmother and grandfatherSophies parents. They gladly assumed care of their grandson and nurtured him in every way possible. They had chosen the nursery with English lessons, begun taking him to the pool, and enrolled him in dance classes. Sophie visited her son several times each week yet never remained longer than an hour.
The cause was simple and aching. Little Nathan resembled his father with startling closenessthe same dark curling hair, the same eye shape, the same faintly teasing smile. Each glance at her son returned Sophie to the past, to days when she had believed their family would hold joy. She loved the boy with her whole heart, took pride in his steps forward, rejoiced at every smile. Yet with love arrived a sharp, squeezing pain. Whenever she lifted him or met his eyes, tears gathered. She would turn aside, pretend to straighten her clothes or hunt something in her bag, then weep quietly once he could no longer see.
One evening Sophie arrived at her parents home to fetch Nathan. The boy sat on the carpet assembling a puzzle, brow furrowed in focus. Spotting his mother he sprang up happily and ran to her.
Mother, look! he tugged her toward the carpet. I am nearly finished. Here is the house and the tree, and here here the dog will go!
Sophie knelt beside him, attempting a smile.
Very lovely, she said, smoothing his hair. You are clever, fitting everything so neatly.
Nathan paused, then lifted his eyes.
Mother, where is my father? Every child at nursery has a father, only I do not
Sophie grew still. Everything within her tightened, yet she kept her voice even.
I do not know, dear. Your father is far away now. But he thinks of you, truly.
Why does he never call? Nathan frowned as if puzzling over a riddle. I would tell him I learned to tie my own laces!
He he is simply very occupied, Sophie whispered, a lump rising in her throat. But I am certain he is proud of you.
The boy considered a moment, nodded as though accepting the answer, and returned to the puzzle.
Very well. Then I shall complete this house, and Father will see how clever I am!
Sophie remained beside him, watching, and silently swallowed her tears. She longed to speak more, to comfort him, yet words would not come. Instead she reached out and stroked his hair again, drawing in the scent of childrens shampoo, striving to hold this momenther son close, content and trusting, despite questions without answers.
Still Sophie could not cease thinking of Nathan. Deep within she continued inventing reasons for him. Perhaps something terrible had happened? Perhaps he had fallen into trouble and could not reach her? These thoughts helped her remain upright, avoiding the pit of despair.
Those close tried repeatedly to speak plainly. Her mother gently hinted it was unwise to live in the past, that she must focus on her son and her own days. Friends stated directly: He left you. Time to accept it and move ahead! Yet Sophie would not listen. She argued fiercely, recalling their happiness, the promises he had given. Such talks often ended with her withdrawing into silence, the others sighing and stepping back.
Meanwhile Sophie stayed active. From time to time she checked social networks, telephoned old places where he might appear, even posted pleas for help in locating him. All without result. But she could notor would notaccept that Nathan had simply walked away by choice and would not return.
Then, after five long years, a man entered Sophies life who managed to thaw her heart. It occurred almost by chance: they met at the birthday gathering of a mutual acquaintance. James at once drew her attention. The man was reliable, no other description fit. He was genuine! Sincere, kind, caring the very finest!
From the earliest meetings Sophie sensed she could be herself with this man. James never demanded false cheer or endless smiles. When she grew weary he simply suggested going home. When she wished silence he did not press her to speak. James proved the man she seemed to have sought: serious, steadyand, most of all, sincerely in love.
His affections appeared even in small matters: learning her preferred coffee in advance, remembering her colleagues names and inquiring after their affairs, quietly taking charge of everyday concerns. He was ready to carry her in his arms, and Sophie, there was no denying, made full use of those feelings.
What moved her most was how James found common ground with little Nathan. At their first meeting the boy regarded the stranger warily, clutching his mothers hand. Yet James surprised her here too. He crouched to Nathans level and asked which cartoons the boy liked. Within half an hour they assembled a construction set together, Nathan proudly displaying his favorite toys.
Over time James became a frequent visitor at Sophies parents home where Nathan lived. He took the boy to the park, taught him to ride a bicycle, read stories before sleep. Once, when Sophie found them drawing together, James said calmly: I would like to become a real father to him. If you allow, I am prepared to adopt Nathan.
Emily rejoiced sincerely for her friend. She saw Sophie gradually altering: light returned to her eyes, the constant shadow of worry left her face, and her smile grew genuine rather than forced. But today Emily had blunderedaccidentally touching an old wound by mentioning Nathan during their talk. Now she hoped only that Sophie was not too distressed and would not sink into gloom.
Yet Sophie behaved with surprising calm.
I have grown, she said with a light smile, laying the dress carefully on the bed. And I understand clearly that my feelings for Nathan must stay in the past. At times I even regret naming my son after him. I was foolish, refused all advice How did you tolerate me at all?
Emily touched her hand gently.
Do you plan to bring Nathan home from your parents?
Yes, Sophie answered, growing serious at once. James especially urges it. He even suggested changing the boys name. He says it will be simpler for me. In any case the birth certificate must be redone once the adoption is complete.
She paused, watching raindrops slide down the window glass.
You know, I used to fear little Nathan would constantly remind me of the past. But now I see I was mistaken. He is my son, and he deserves a full childhood with two parents who love him! Grandmother and grandfather are good, of course, but they cannot replace parents! And James understands this. He truly wishes to be a father to him! If only you could see how strongly he has grown attached to the boy!
An excellent idea! Emily brightened. You could ask your son which name he prefers. That way he may adjust to the changes more quickly.
I am not certain. I do not yet know how to proceed. There is still time; we shall consider.
In truth Sophie was not entirely honest. She still loved Nathan, and that love had not vanished. Only it had led her nowhere good. Her parents increasingly refused her time with her son, for she would begin weeping at nearly every visit, frightening the child. Friends no longer wished to hear of her troubles and privately doubted her sense. Thus it was time to release the past and focus on the present.
On the wedding, for example.
Yet it was terribly difficult!
James was certainly a good man, but he was not Nathan. Sophie felt no deep affection for him, merely using his devotion to her own ends.
If Nathan returned she would give everything to stand beside him.
No wedding will take place! Sophie declared with burning eyes, nearly dancing. We part like ships passing in the night!
James regarded Sophie in bewilderment, struggling to grasp her words. Only one week remained until the weddingthey had discussed the menu, chosen flowers, invited guests. Everything had seemed solid, near at hand And now she stated there would be no wedding?
How can there be no wedding? the man tried to understand whether his bride spoke seriously or merely played a foolish joke. Sophie, what has happened? Explain properly.
But Sophie brushed aside his questions. She moved restlessly about the room, seizing things from shelves and casting them into an open suitcase. Her eyes gleamed, a smile played on her lipsso unfamiliar, so genuine.
Nathan has returned! she burst out, not looking at James. In her voice rang such real happiness that something inside him broke. He arrived yesterday; we spoke I could scarcely believe it at first!
She stopped at last, turned to him, and in her gaze lay no shadow of regretonly delight and impatience.
I am grateful for the past six months, she continued, softening her tone slightly. It was calm and comfortable with you You are a fine person, James. But I never truly loved you. Now that I have a chance at real happiness, I cannot let it pass.
James felt a cold emptiness spreading through his chest. Nathan. Always Nathan. The same man Sophie spoke of with such reverence that James felt superfluous. He had known she still thought of him yet hoped time and their shared life would change her heart.
Have you already spoken with him? he finally managed, his voice tight as though air were scarce. What did he say? What excuse has he offered this time?
He offered no excuses, Sophie replied sharply. He simply said he realized the mistake he made. That all this time he thought only of me!
She turned away again, continuing to pack, while James remained rooted, sensing the world around him drain of color.
We spoke on the telephone, she went on, sorting through a desk drawer to check for anything left behind. His parents insisted on study abroad, and he could not warn me of his departure. Can you imagine? All that time he thought only of me, simply could not reach out. But now everything will settlewe shall be together and live a long, happy life!
In Sophies memory rose that telephone conversation with Nathanthe first after their long separation. Nathans voice sounded agitated, slightly broken:
Sophie, I know how terrible this appears. But understandmy parents placed me before a fact. They said: study in New York or they disown me. I tried to resist, honestly tried But they blocked all my cards, cut access to my accounts. I did not even possess my own telephone!
Why did you never call me even once? Sophies voice trembled, yet she fought to conceal her hurt.
I could not. What would I tell you? That I proved too weak to stand against my parents?
Listening to his jumbled explanations, Sophie felt warmth spread within. All the hurts and bitterness of recent months seemed to dissolve in his voice. She realized she had awaited this call the entire timeevery day, every hour.
Now everything will be different, Nathan continued. I left my studies and returned. And I am going nowhere else.
These words echoed in her mind as she stood before James.
She fell silent a moment, quickly surveyed the room as if ensuring nothing was forgotten. Only then did she notice how pale James had become. His face had turned nearly white, his stare fixed on one point, as though looking through her.
Do not worry, Sophie added more gently, yet without a trace of doubt in her voice. I have already told everyone the wedding is cancelled. Explained everything, asked them not to trouble you. Naturally sympathizers will surround you, but you are strong; you will manage.
She approached the suitcase, drew it closer and adjusted the handle, as if that mattered most now. Then she looked at James again, her eyes showing neither regret nor hesitation.
And please, do not telephone me, do not send meaningless messages or leave voicemails, she said firmly, almost as a command. My decision is final and I shall not alter it under any circumstances!
She lifted the suitcase, swayed slightly under its weight, yet immediately straightened and moved toward the door, as though fearing any delay might weaken her resolve.
James stood in the rooms center, feeling everything inside tighten with pain and confusion. He drew a deep breath, striving to compose himself. He wished to shout, demand answers, yet held backhe did not want to appear weak or desperate. He clenched his fists, then slowly released them, attempting to speak evenly, almost casually:
Are you not rushing too much? he said, watching Sophie closely.
She halted at the door, gripping the suitcase handle, but did not turn. Her shoulders were tense, fingers clutching the leather tightly.
What if he does not wish to resume the relationship? James continued, stepping nearer. Or refuses to acknowledge the son? Or perhaps he has already proposed?
Sophie spun around sharply. Her face burned with excitement and irritation. She advanced several steps toward James, as though wishing to prove something, force him to understand.
He invited me for a serious conversation! she exclaimed. That is sufficient! And stop attempting to blacken himNathan is not that sort!
Her voice trembled on the final words, yet she regained control at once, stood tall, and pulled the suitcase toward the door again.
You might help, she muttered through her teeth, struggling to raise the heavy case.
James stepped forward automatically, as if truly intending to assist, but stopped short. Why help someone who had trampled his feelings? He saw clearly that she was already mentally far away, beside Nathan. In her eyes shone certainty, nearly rapture: soon a new life full of happiness and love would begin. She clearly pictured Nathan meeting her with a smile, saying all would be well, that they would finally be together.
But reality stood otherwise. Nathan, who had invited her for a serious conversation, had no intention of proposing or swearing eternal love. He wished only to explain, close the old chapter, and begin anewwithout Sophie. Especially as he was already taken.
And Sophie, lost in her dreams, missed the obvious. She had awaited this moment so long that she was ready to believe anything rather than face disappointment once more.
After much effort dragging the suitcase to the door, she paused a second, resting her palm on the handle as though about to speak. But she thought better of it, flung the door open and stepped out without a backward glance.
James remained in the middle of the room, staring at the closed door. A faint trace of her perfume still lingered in the air, and her final words echoed: Nathan is not that sort!
Slowly he sank into a chair, weariness descending like a heavy wave. Everything had unfolded too swiftly, too completely. Now he faced learning to live with itwithout Sophie, without plans for the future, without illusions.
Nathan opened the door, puzzled by such an early visitor. On the threshold stood Sophie with two suitcases, her face glowing with joy, eyes burning with anticipation. He froze, unable to speak. Only one thought circled: How could she misread everything so?
He had been certain it was long finished. When Sophie began seeing James, Nathan had finally breathed relief. Now he could return calmly to his home city, live here with his wife, without fearing sudden calls, tears or accusations. He had even silently thanked Sophie for finding anotherit had solved every problem at once.
True, he had telephoned her and tried to convey that everything had changed, even suggested meeting on neutral ground, but it had been pure formality.
And now she stood at his door with luggage, clearly expecting more than conversation. Nathan stepped back without thinking, gathering his thoughts.
Nathan! Sophie cried upon seeing him. I have decided everything. I am here, and we shall finally be together!
Her voice sounded so certain, as though no other possibility existed. She stepped forward, but Nathan raised his hand instinctively to halt her.
Sophie, wait he began, keeping his tone soft. You probably do not know everything.
She frowned, her smile sliding slowly away.
What do you mean? We agreed to meet and discuss everything!
Nathan drew a deep breath, understanding the moment could not be avoided.
I am married, Sophie. For two years now. My wife and I are very happy.
Sophie froze, eyes widening in shock. She remained silent several seconds, as though unable to accept what she had heard. Then her face twistedpanic, hurt and outrage mixing in her gaze.
What are you saying? she whispered, shaking her head. This cannot be You telephoned me, said everything had changed!
I telephoned to say a proper goodbye, Nathan replied quietly. I wished to explain that time has passed, that each of us now has our own life. But you appear to have understood it differently.
Sophie stepped back, her hands trembling. She clenched her fists, striving to steady herself, yet emotions overwhelmed her.
You you simply lied to me the entire time! she shouted, voice shaking with anger. How could you do that? I gave up everything for you!
Nathan felt irritation rising within. He had not wanted a scene or to justify himself, yet Sophie clearly would not leave without confrontation.
I never promised you anything, he said firmly. You decided we would be together. I simply did not wish to hurt you, so I spoke carefully. But now everything is clear, is it not?
Sophie screamed, seized one suitcase and hurled it to the floor with force. Things scattered across the hallway, but she paid them no mind. She shouted accusations, demanded explanations, her voice growing louder and louder.
Nathan had to escort her politely yet firmly out to the stairwell. He closed the door, hoping this would end the matter. But Sophie did not calmshe knocked on the door, shouted his name. Neighbors began peering from their flats, some coughing in displeasure, others loudly protesting.
An hour later, with Sophies cries growing still louder and neighbors seriously threatening to summon the police, she finally left. Before departing she turned, looked at the door of Nathans flat and shouted through tears:
I shall return! You will yet regret this!
Nathan closed his eyes, feeling exhaustion cover him completely. He understood this was not the end. Sophie was stubborn, and once she set her mind to something she would not easily retreat.
He went to the sitting room, sat on the sofa and considered. Urgent measures were required. Remaining in this flat was no longer possibleSophie might return, cause a scene, disturb the neighbors. Nathan took out his telephone and opened a property website.
Time to sell the flat and seek another, he decided. Preferably in another part of the city
Sophie walked the streets, noticing nothing around her. Tears veiled her eyes, fragments of thoughts whirled in her head, her soul felt heavy and empty. She still could not fully grasp what had occurred. In her imagination Nathan was to meet her with open arms, say he had awaited this moment, that they would finally be together. But reality proved cruel and unyielding.
She wandered the city for a long while, striving to gather strength. Her feet carried her, as in a dream, to Jamess door. Sophie stopped at the entrance, wiped her tears, smoothed her hairwishing to appear at least somewhat collected. Drawing a deep breath, she climbed to the proper floor and pressed the bell hesitantly.
James did not open at once. When he finally appeared in the doorway his face remained cold and distant. He regarded Sophie silently, making no attempt to invite her inside.
James, please, she began in a trembling voice. I know what I have done. I understand how foolish and cruel my actions were. But I I wish to set everything right.
She fell silent, searching for words. Tears glistened in her eyes again.
I shall never mention Nathans name again, she continued, looking him directly in the eyes. I swear. All this was a mistake. I have realized that only with you can I be happy. Please, grant me a chance.
Her voice sounded sincere, almost desperate. She truly believed her own wordsat this moment it seemed that if James forgave her, everything would mend.
James slowly shook his head. No, he would not be deceived a second time!
Sophie, he said quietly, you already decided. A few hours ago you stood in my flat with suitcases and stated you were leaving for him. You were certain of your choice.
I was mistaken then! she interrupted. I did not understand what I was doing! I was overcome by emotion! I
James sighed, running a hand through his hair. It was not easy for him, yet he knew firmly he could not yield to feelings again.
You did not merely leave meyou left for him. You made a choice, and I accepted it. Now, when everything has gone wrong, you wish to return?
Yes! Sophie exclaimed. Because I love you. Only you.
He remained silent several seconds, then gave a faint smile and declared firmly:
I no longer believe in the sincerity of your words. Goodbye.
Sophie felt everything inside her break. James watched her calmly, without anger, yet his eyes held not a drop of doubt. He truly no longer believed her.
Please she whispered, but her voice trembled and broke.
I am sorry, James said. But this will be better for us both.
He closed the door, leaving Sophie standing in the empty hallway. She remained motionless a few seconds longer, then slowly sank onto a step, covered her face with her hands and wept. This time the tears were not from anger or hurtfrom the bitter realization that she had lost both Nathan and James, and now did not know how to continue.
