A year later it was
Ophelia, who seemed to fall in love with him almost instantly. After two dates
and two wild nights of sex she snuggled into him, kissed him and talked to him
as if she had known him for years, as if being with him was like being with a
boyfriend. He even felt like her boyfriend. Fabian wasn’t sure whether Ophelia
loved him or just loved the idea of
him; either way, she was very much in love. She obeyed his rules, knew how much
space to give him and how much not to, but it wasn’t enough. One night, after
too many drinks and too much thought, Fabian kissed another woman. To this day
he couldn’t remember her name but he did it, pushed her up against the wall
outside the party and kissed her again and again. It was only when she broke
away from him, looked him in the eye and whispered, “Let’s get out of here,”
that he knew what he had done.
He didn’t go home with her.
He told Ophelia and assumed she would want to end the
relationship. She didn’t. She said they could work through it. They had been
together five months. They didn’t make it to six.
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