Cade walked into the house really angry, and anyone could see it from a mile away. He marched up to his room, and Ophelia followed behind him. Before he could slam the door shut, she put her foot between the gaps, and it jammed her foot.
“Ahh,” she screamed loudly, startling him, who had not noticed that she was following him.
“Are you okay?” he asked, leaning down to check her foot.
“I am okay,” she said, taking her foot away from the gap and pushing the door open. “I should be asking you that; are you okay?”
“Of course I am; I have never been better,” he said, clearing his throat.
“Change your tone and the look on your face first and then try again,” she said, walking into the room with him standing by the door with confusion on his face.
“I am fine, sincerely. I was a bit rattled earlier, but after driving home and thinking over it on the way here, I can tell you that I am fantastic,” he said with a shrug. She turned to him with her hand on the waist.
“I know it stinks. I would also be mad if my mom showed up now after all those years of her leaving me alone to myself. She said, sitting on the hand of one of the couches. “I will almost stage a protest too.”
“What are you trying to do?” he asked, letting go of the door handle and walking to her so he was standing just a few steps away from her.
“I am trying to let you know that these emotions you feel are all normal, and I will be feeling them too. Anger, sadness, betrayal, and a mixture of joy to see her too, and it is not wrong for you to admit that you are not okay.”
“But… But.. I am.” He stuttered as his voice grew deep and tears welled up in his eyes. Ophelia stood up and walked to him; she put her hand on his shoulder and tapped it gently.
“You know you do not have to act strong. You can cry if you want to, and if you want me to leave, I could leave. If you want me to stay and console you, I would do the same,” she murmured because of how close she was. “Anything you want me to do.”
“I just cannot imagine it,” he said, tears rolling down his eyes; he could not control it, and they all burst forth like a fountain. “I mean, I have lived my entire life knowing that my mother was dead; imagine now knowing that she is still very much alive and just appeared in my face. There is even evidence to prove it,” he added.
“Do you want a hug?” Ophelia asked. She did not know what else to say to try and console him. He leaned in without a word, and she wrapped her hands around him as far as they could go. She began tapping his back in a rhythmical manner as she tried to sway him back and forth. She did not know how long they stayed like that, but she felt her arms begin to fall asleep, but she did not want to pull away first. He had to do that, or else it would feel as if she was abandoning him again.
“There there,” she whispered, and then he leaned out, and she released her hand over him. He took a step back and sniffled.
“I am sorry for the outburst,” he said, looking everywhere aside from her face. He did not want her to see him ugly crying in his room because of a woman he had thought was dead all his life.
“Sorry for what? For a living?” She asked, propping her hand to her waist. “Don’t be sorry; this is a normal reaction,” she added, and he nodded.
“Still…”
“Do you want some time alone?” she asked, taking up her bag that she had dropped on the couch before walking to him.
“No, I do not. If it is okay with you, can you stay with me for some time so I do not become consumed by my thoughts?” he said, going to sit on one of the couches.
“Yeah, sure, I would do that,” she said, sitting on the one next to that one. “Do you want to talk or just want to sit here in complete silence?” She followed up with a question. She wanted to know if he wanted to talk about what happened today, if he wanted her to talk about something random, or if they were to just sit together and then that would be it.
“Can you just talk, and I will listen?” He asked; his tone was low, but she was still able to hear what he had asked her to do.
“Okay, what do you want me to talk about?”
“Anything”
“Well, I do not know if I have told you this, but my father refused to appoint me as the vice chairman of the company; he is claiming that I refuse to give him a grandchild.” She paused because she remembered the unfinished conversation between them earlier in the day. He had said that the best way to finish the matter once and for all was to get a child, and she had chiked out of talking about it because she liked him now and things were different. She did not want to go into that yet because it was not the right time for it.
“And he sent me to the entertainment section, saying I have to raise the profit all by myself. Can you imagine…” She was stopped by warm lips touching her, and this was a kiss.
‘Oh my god! Cade is kissing me by himself,’ she screamed in her mind. She could not believe it, but as much as she wanted to kiss back, she leaned away and dimmed her eyes. “What are you doing?” she murmured, and his eyes shot open.
“You just looked really beautiful, consoling me that I could not control myself,” he said, shaking his head as he hard-blinked as if to reset his head.
“Are you kissing me for real or is this some kind of emotional time thing?” she asked.
“I am not sure.”
“I am not sure of a good enough answer,” she whispered, closing her eyes briefly and then allowing them to shoot open.
“Can it just work for now?” He asked, and she shook her head. “It can’t,” she mouthed to him.
“Then I better leave now.” she stood up and began to walk out so fast she was out of sight before he could say anything.
Cade fell to the ground and held his head tightly. “What the hell was that, Cade?”