Storm ➣ Asi-Theia
Aletheia was doing much better. Much better than she had been a few weeks ago after the loss of her unborn child. It was hard for her still, just getting the energy to get up everyday and continue living her life but she had her friends and her family by her side encouraging her and helping her through her difficult time. Even though she had a huge amount of assistance from those people, there was one person she had hoped to have the most support from. Someone who seemed to have supported her from the very start, but in the end let her down completely.
At first she tried not to think about Asi, but she often wondered what happened to them to get like this: their “falling out”, her moving out, him not stopping her or coming after her like he normally would, and him never showing up to any of the doctor’s appointments, then she thought about the baby and then the miscarriage and it was a never ending cycle leading from one tragedy to another, constantly haunting her thoughts threatening to swallow her sanity whole. Instead, she pushed them aside, focusing on her music. She spent a lot of time outside, simply walking around the streets of the City, mostly in Brooklyn where she live with her aunt and downtown Manhattan. She’d sit in various restaurants and cafes just watching people out of the window, moving here and there to their destinations. It was a strange hobby, but it gave her fuel for her songwriting.
Today she was at one of her many spots, one that was not too far from the subway where she could make a quick get away if it started to snow. Checking her watch, she knew it would take some time to get back across to Brooklyn so the sooner she left, the better. Dropping some cash on the table, she walked out of the cafe, taking a moment to breath in the cold winter air before heading down the street towards the subway. Then out of the corner of her eyes she saw him, her gaze turning towards where she had spied his tall and broad figure. She saw him walking across the street with the crowd. For a moment, she thought she was simply seeing things, but then their eyes met and she knew it had to have been him for real, the realization forcing her to stop dead in her tracks…
She was taken by surprise a little girl shouting her name. Her eyes moved downwards to the small figure beside him. “Sabah!” Theia’s face lit up upon seeing Asi’s daughter, whom she hadn’t seen for almost a whole year and she was so happy to see her lively little self again. Theia lifted the girl up and pulled her in for a tight hug, “Hey, pumpkin! I missed you!” She gave her a kiss on the cheek setting her down on the ground. “How have you been?” She kept her eyes on the little girl, too afraid to look at Asi, knowing the kind of power looking at him had on her.
It was an awkward situation. Maybe because Asi had wanted to see her for the longest time and now that she was standing in front of him, he had to force himself not to do what he had been wanting to do. He wanted to hold her just like before. It seemed although that she’d moved on. Despite her promise not to leave again, she did and it is for good this time. Unbeknownst to her, he had her followed for the first second week she had been gone. Call him masochist but he tortured himself looking at images of her by the private investigator he’d hired. He didn’t want any information; not about where she’s staying or what she had been doing the last weeks. Images. That’s all he wanted. He wanted to make sure she was alright. And images never lie, he said to himself, looking through the first batch he’d received a couple of weeks ago. She seemed peaceful, calm and he thought that it was for the best, staying away from her. He knew he’d only cause the situation more stress. Staying away from her for how long, he didn’t know. Was he going to wait until the baby is born? And then she’ll have to go through the process of finding who’s the father of her child. At least she was willing to do something that keep him and and or Christian at peace. Deciding that she’d have a test to let who her child’s father is more than what Rasima had done for him and Sabah, to be honest.
Going all through these thoughts as he watched Aletheia pick up her daughter and give her a hug he realized that he was staying away not because he just want to protect Aletheia from the stress. He was staying away because he didn’t think he could go through another heartache. Not with Aletheia… Why would it be so different from what he had been through with Rasima? His jaws clenched, silently admitting to himself the reason why it would hurt him more if he found out the child she was carrying wasn’t his. Deciding not to repeat the greeting, he started to call Sabah. As he was reaching down to take his daughter’s glove covered hand, he looked up, feeling the first snow kissed his scruffy cheek.
"It’s starting," he then said to no one in particular, Sabah’s tiny hand wrapping around his palm.
The little girl was still distracted and very interested in Theia, tugging on her sleeve as she babbled, her English much more improved. “Theia, Theia, Papa said it’s gonna snow. Reaaal bad. Come with us, Thei. Don’t want you out here in the cold. We’ll have hot cocoa and biscuits at home, right Papa?” Sabah then looked up at him, eyes wide in longing.
"I -" he sighed, moving his eyes to the tall brunette. "It’s up to Alethia, habibti… We can certainly have guests at home but if Theia is busy -" He gave the woman a look, he hoped that she understood he’d rather see Sabah disappointed than hopeful if she can’t say yes to the girl’s invitation.