Ophelia spotted Evan at the playhouse that day. She rushed up to him. This
obsession had to end! "What are you doing here?!"
"I'm the new writer."
"Yes! I know that!" she screamed. "But why are you here? Are you stalking me cause I never called back?"
Amelia approached them, "Evan, dear. Who's this?"
He shrugged, "Just an old friend."
"Old friend?" Ophelia was insulted. "We were dating briefly. He was madly in love with me. I'd even say I was his obsession."
Ophelia walked away smirking. She had said it out of pure malice. Flattery to herself mostly.
"Obsession?" Amelia asked.
"She just likes to flatter herself," he explained. "Let's get this started."
The rehearsal began and Evan knew he had moved on. He had seen Ophelia as this picture perfect women, who was truly bitter and cruel. He had Amelia now. He didn't need, nor did he want, anyone else. Yet, he couldn't help but look over at Ophelia every now and then. What was the matter with him?
Evan saw neither Amelia nor Ophelia that evening. He worked busily at his typewrite correcting the script for the next rehearsal. He looked out the window at the busy streets. He had come to Paris for love, and he had found only arising problems. He couldn't focus on his work in the apartment and went for a walk. Evan did not care where he went. He let his feet take him where they would. To his surprise, he found himself outside the café where he had first me Ophelia.
"Excuse moi moussier, but I could not help notice you were staring at me. Is there something the matter? Food in my teeth?"
"Yes. I mean no! No! You're.you're beautiful,"
Where had the time gone? It seemed like yesterday he had first spoken to her. He went inside the café and went to his usual corner. She walked in. Was it all fate? Was it a coincidence? Irony?
She crossed the room to his table, "Evan, are you ever not here?"
He smiled, "Only when you're not."
"Well then," she smiled, "I have to apologize."
"Oui?"
"Oui. I shouldn't have said that to Amelia. It's been bothering me all afternoon."
"Well, you said what you wanted to. And I supposed I forgive you. Now, go have your coffee."
"You don't understand. I.I want us to be friends. It's not fair it all ends like this."
"Friends? You left me alone and naked without even so much as a goodbye."
"I was afraid."
"Of what? Love?"
"No.yes.I don't know. The point is you have Amelia now and I have Eric, and I think we should at least try to be friends. I did enjoy our conversations."
"You're one of the few people I felt normal with," he laughed. "I remember being such an odd-man-out back home. I was obsessed with this city and finding love. I would've given anything to have been normal then."
"Normal? What do you mean? Petty and dishonest?"
"Not everyone's like that."
"Yes they are."
"You're not like that. You were the one person who could make feel I wasn't alone in this world."
"Sometimes it's better to be alone." she sighed. "You can't get hurt when you're alone."
"I never would have done anything to hurt you."
"And I didn't want to.that's why I just ended it there."
Evan sighed and Ophelia looked into his eyes, "You don't love me anymore do you?"
"I.I don't know." he confessed. "This is all just slightly weird for me I guess."
They talked for countless more hours. Amelia and Eric had completely left their minds. Ophelia and Evan were lost in their own world. After four hours and ten cups of coffee, the café was closing. Evan walked Ophelia back to her house.
"Good night monsieur."
"Good night."
Evan wanted to reach out and kiss her uncontrollably. Somehow, he restrained himself. He had Amelia. She had Eric. They could only be friends now. Evan let out a sigh as she shut her door and walked home through the cold night.
"I'm the new writer."
"Yes! I know that!" she screamed. "But why are you here? Are you stalking me cause I never called back?"
Amelia approached them, "Evan, dear. Who's this?"
He shrugged, "Just an old friend."
"Old friend?" Ophelia was insulted. "We were dating briefly. He was madly in love with me. I'd even say I was his obsession."
Ophelia walked away smirking. She had said it out of pure malice. Flattery to herself mostly.
"Obsession?" Amelia asked.
"She just likes to flatter herself," he explained. "Let's get this started."
The rehearsal began and Evan knew he had moved on. He had seen Ophelia as this picture perfect women, who was truly bitter and cruel. He had Amelia now. He didn't need, nor did he want, anyone else. Yet, he couldn't help but look over at Ophelia every now and then. What was the matter with him?
Evan saw neither Amelia nor Ophelia that evening. He worked busily at his typewrite correcting the script for the next rehearsal. He looked out the window at the busy streets. He had come to Paris for love, and he had found only arising problems. He couldn't focus on his work in the apartment and went for a walk. Evan did not care where he went. He let his feet take him where they would. To his surprise, he found himself outside the café where he had first me Ophelia.
"Excuse moi moussier, but I could not help notice you were staring at me. Is there something the matter? Food in my teeth?"
"Yes. I mean no! No! You're.you're beautiful,"
Where had the time gone? It seemed like yesterday he had first spoken to her. He went inside the café and went to his usual corner. She walked in. Was it all fate? Was it a coincidence? Irony?
She crossed the room to his table, "Evan, are you ever not here?"
He smiled, "Only when you're not."
"Well then," she smiled, "I have to apologize."
"Oui?"
"Oui. I shouldn't have said that to Amelia. It's been bothering me all afternoon."
"Well, you said what you wanted to. And I supposed I forgive you. Now, go have your coffee."
"You don't understand. I.I want us to be friends. It's not fair it all ends like this."
"Friends? You left me alone and naked without even so much as a goodbye."
"I was afraid."
"Of what? Love?"
"No.yes.I don't know. The point is you have Amelia now and I have Eric, and I think we should at least try to be friends. I did enjoy our conversations."
"You're one of the few people I felt normal with," he laughed. "I remember being such an odd-man-out back home. I was obsessed with this city and finding love. I would've given anything to have been normal then."
"Normal? What do you mean? Petty and dishonest?"
"Not everyone's like that."
"Yes they are."
"You're not like that. You were the one person who could make feel I wasn't alone in this world."
"Sometimes it's better to be alone." she sighed. "You can't get hurt when you're alone."
"I never would have done anything to hurt you."
"And I didn't want to.that's why I just ended it there."
Evan sighed and Ophelia looked into his eyes, "You don't love me anymore do you?"
"I.I don't know." he confessed. "This is all just slightly weird for me I guess."
They talked for countless more hours. Amelia and Eric had completely left their minds. Ophelia and Evan were lost in their own world. After four hours and ten cups of coffee, the café was closing. Evan walked Ophelia back to her house.
"Good night monsieur."
"Good night."
Evan wanted to reach out and kiss her uncontrollably. Somehow, he restrained himself. He had Amelia. She had Eric. They could only be friends now. Evan let out a sigh as she shut her door and walked home through the cold night.
