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“Emily?” I ask, wondering what’s on her mind.
“We’re like two ends of a coin, aren’t we?” she says.
“Two ends who can never really see each other because we always have our backs to each other.”
I pause, thinking about what she just said.
It’s true. Emily and I are from entirely different worlds, but somehow we keep finding each other.
“I suppose it does feel like that sometimes,” I say.
“But that doesn’t mean we can’t try to meet in the middle.”
She looks at me, her eyes searching mine. I can see the sadness, the longing in them.
“I don’t know how we can,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I don’t know the middle ground for us, Felix.”
I take a deep breath, looking at her. I don’t know what to say to make her feel better or to fix anything.
But I know I don’t want to lose her, unlike this system of beliefs that don’t affect us in any manner.
“You know,” I say, “there is a way to meet in the middle. It focuses on the locus that affects our lives. As for what we do to those of others? We simply have to agree to disagree. Come on, Emily, let’s not bring our belief systems
into play here when those beliefs don’t affect us directly.”
“You’re right,” she finally says, a small smile forming.
“We should focus on what’s important to us and leave everything else aside.”
“There you go!” I say, leaning forward and giving her a kiss.
But the way she kisses me back feels distant, unknown.
Sometimes, all we need is time.
Time heals all wounds; this is a battle only Emily has to fight for herself in her own head.
The best thing I can do is give her the time off.
“I think you should take the day off,” I say.
“Just unwind, why don’t you? After yesterday, I doubt anyone is going to try to hack us.
Word must have spread about how we dealt with the Luccheses.”
I’m worried for her. The last couple of days have taken a toll on her.
“What are we?” she suddenly asks. Her voice echoes in the room as she stares off into the distance.
Her sudden question takes me aback, but I answer without hesitation.
“Let time tell,” I say softly, standing up to go to work. “Time will tell us what we truly are.”
I leave.
In the car, on the way to our office, I chided myself for answering that way.
