Reconciled – Part ll

Ophelia followed Mason into the waiting taxi. She fastened his seat belt and drove them to their home, a two-bedroom modest apartment. Ophelia's childhood home, as well as the majority of their real estate, cars, and small companies they owned, were all sold.
Mason sighed as he sat on the couch, and Ophelia entered his bedroom to place all of his belongings. She walked and informed while pulling her hair into a bun.
"I'm going out to get everything you need and, preferably, to find a cheap caretaker." Her father nodded as she grabbed her bag "And you should rest while I'm gone. Don't walk about greeting all the neighbors, all the dogs, and cats." He looked around and pointed at himself as she narrowed her eyes at him "Who me? Why would I do such a thing? Geez!" He scoffed, and she glared even more.
"I don't know, but you always seem to do that s*hit!" She walked to the door, "I had prepared some food and they are in the fridge, eat if you are hungry and call me if you need absolutely anything,"
"I will sweetheart. Now go and return as quickly as possible. In my loneliness, I'll be waiting for you." Mason uttered the last part dramatically, and Ophelia chuckled.
"Goodbye, Dad." She walked out and softly shut the door behind her.
As the sound of Ophelia's footsteps receded, Mason dashed to the door and peered out, slightly opening it. He walked out when he found no trace of Ophelia "Hello, Mrs. Beula! How is Henry doing?" He was ecstatic when he saw his neighbour close the door with her dog on a leash. As Mason approached and petted the dog, he barked excitedly. "Lilou! How are you doing, bud?"
"Mr. Jade! When did you return? How are you doing?" Mrs. Beula cheered seeing him as well. As practically all of the neighbours congregated in the corridor, the corridor quickly became filled with loud laughter, barking dogs, and meowing cats.
As she heard the loud voices heading out of the building, Ophelia sighed and shook her head, disappointed.

"That would be fantastic. Please contact me as soon as you find someone." Ophelia remarked gratefully into her phone as she walked down the street, her hands full with groceries. The caller hung up after informing her they will notify her, and she removed the phone from her ear. Someone bumped into her as she was slipping the phone into her pocket, and all her things fell to the ground.
"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry. Allow me to assist you- " As he knelt to help her in gathering her belongings, the man apologized profusely.
"It's all right-," she responded, but she was shocked when she looked up and saw the man she had least expected to bump into staring at her, "Ophelia!" He breathed out.
"Owen!" Her eyes widened in astonishment.

That's how Ophelia ended up in the small cafe with the man who had ended a three-year relationship over a text message. Owen insisted on helping her and apologized profusely, practically begging her to take him back and give them a second chance. They were together for three years and shared some incredible memories. They did a lot of things together, and she loved him. He drove away after dropping her off at her apartment and begging her one final time that night to reconsider.

Ophelia tossed and turned in her bed as dozens of thoughts raced through her mind. Maybe she should give him another chance; she loved him, she saw a future with him, and he never mistreated her or cheated on her. They could get back together, she might find solace away from her work life, the burden of debt, and maybe she could forget about her father's health for a moment, and perhaps she would have a chance at happiness.

And with that thought, she walked into the fancy restaurant, dressed to the nines in a white dress. Her gaze was drawn to Owen, who sat at a table for two and was dressed neatly in a black shirt. As he checked his watch, he nervously ran his finger through his groomed hair. She was suddenly reminded of their first date, Owen had the same anxious nervous look about him he did that day. But only she couldn't recapture the excitement she felt three years ago.
She approached him, and he looked up, a handsome smile on his face, as he stood up and drew a chair for her. Owen was rather attractive, and she had a crush on him the moment they met in that London tavern. He was there on business, and she had just gone there to relax after a day of flying. They both felt an attraction and lust for each other, and they began dating the following week. She was reminded of everything as she sat down, from the day they first met to their first date and first kiss. But as she looked at the man in front of him, she was reminded of that smile, that spark she had seen in his brown eyes. Her breath caught in her throat as she was reminded of Onyx.


They talked and caught up on one other's lives. Owen made her laugh like he used to, and before they knew it, the night was over and they were leaving the restaurant.
Ophelia gave Owen a sidelong glance as he drove her to her apartment. Her phone beeped in her hand, and she opened it to see a new email pop up on her screen. She scowled as she went through the mail, and Owen glanced at her, "Something wrong?" He asked, returning his gaze to the road. She sighed and put away the phone.
"They called me back." She noticed Owen's face drop somewhat as she replied, "When are you leaving?" He inquired, his voice gloomy.
"Tomorrow morning." She informed him, and he smiled as he looked at her.
"I'll drop you off at the airport," he suggested, and she refused.
"You don't have to-"
"No, I'd like to see you off before you leave." With a warm smile, he said, and she nodded.
Soon they arrived at Ophelia's apartment, Owen got out of the car and went around to open the door for her. He walked her to her apartment door, his hands tucked inside his pockets.
Ophelia turned around and softly opened the door lock. She knew what he wanted with just one look in each other's eyes. His lips were on her the next thing she knew. He kissed her as if he was famished for days and soon they pulled away.
"I missed you." He whispered as he kissed her on the forehead and pulled her in for a hug.
"Me too." She stated this while resting her head on his chest and feeling his smile as he caressed her head.
"I'll see you tomorrow then." He murmured this as he drew back from her embrace, one hand resting on her waist and the other tenderly caressing her cheek.
"Good night." He peeked her lips and let go of her waist, and she smiled.
"Good night." She entered the apartment quietly so as not to disturb her father and leaned against the door frame, shutting it behind her. She sighed as she stepped out of her heels and into her room. She sat down on her bed after changing into something more comfortable. It was exhausting, she couldn't feel the spark they had. She didn't feel the spark even when he kissed her so passionately, and it was scary when Onyx's face popped up in her head and she wished it was him instead of Owen. She closed her eyes as she drew the duvet over her body and opened the mail again. They'd called her to their base, and she had a nasty feeling about it.