the statue of Eros. Eros, or as the Yanks call him, Cupid, is the Greek God of love and I’m the British fool of love; therefore, I feel we’re old mates and he must understand me above all other inanimate objects. I laugh to myself as I hear my name being called; my name is rather common so it’s usually someone other than me being beckoned.
“Will!”
I look around to see who has called my name and I see Emily, no longer my Emily, but Emily nevertheless.
“Hey, mate,” I answer, getting up to go greet her and feel slightly at a loss for words. “Fancy seeing you here,” I offer. I feel silly giving her a peck on the cheek so I decide on a friendly hug, which feels a bit less awkward. It’s odd seeing Emily in London on fucking Piccadilly at the feet of Eros, no less. The last time I saw her, she was with her husband, crying while I ran away from my crumbling world. I wonder how her nutty prison ward let her out of his sight to come this far?
“It’s nice to see you, William.” She smiles and I instantly want to ask her about Sara, my Sara, but I can’t and I won’t.
“It’s lovely seeing you, too. What brings you to West End, or London, I should say?” I hope and pray she came to find me and bring me news of Sara. I hope Sara’s all right, I hope nothing bad happened to her. That stupid thought enters my mind and I unconsciously hold my breath.
“Louis had some business here and I came along to see how Sara was doing back at her old position. I’m sure you know she lives in London full time now. She also got her place in Mayfair back and she’s working at the firm she owns with her ex. It’s on Fleet Street. I’m actually headed to her office to have lunch with her.”
I listen to Emily and study her face as she smiles with a knowing, conspiring smirk. I’m still not able to breathe; my heart beats funny and I don’t reckon what this means. Should I ask Emily if she’s here with Jeffery? No, I can’t ask that. Should I ask Emily about their children? No! Truth is, I don’t bloody care if she has children or not, if she’d have me, I’d take her with ten kids and all her baggage as long as there’s a chance for us to get another try. I’ve thought of nothing but her. I close my eyes and picture her smile and I can’t help but be giddy.
“You didn’t know she was here?” she asks while I shake my head repeatedly.
I look over at the angel by my side, who yet again has brought me back to life. “What do I owe you?” I ask Emily, grateful for her existence.
“You brought me home to my family and I brought Sara home to you, I say we’re even.” She comes closer, handing me an envelope, then she takes a few steps up on the statue to reach my height and plants a kiss on my cheek, whispering, “‘Broken Wings’ by Mr. Mister.”
I look at her and answer back in her own tongue, clearly in reference to Sara and I, “Thank you for finding me, I can’t stop thinking about her. ‘Still Loving You’ by The Scorpions.” I’ve actually been studying and I think I got it right when I’m rewarded with an even bigger smile and nod as she proceeds to walk away chanting, “Yes, yes,” over and over to herself.
“Will!” she yells, right before reaching her chauffeured Phantom waiting by the curb. “‘Every Breath You Take’ by The Police, remember that.” She makes the universal signal for “I’m watching you” right before entering her ride with none other than her husband, Louis Bruel, waiting, watching, and smiling from the backseat. He loves her, how could he not?
I look down at the envelope Emily entrusted in my possession, imagining millions of options as to its contents. I don’t quite know what to do with my newfound knowledge of Sara being within my reach. I suddenly feel restless and my mind is already racing to see her. I smile because today is a good day. Today I was gifted with hope.
Ten Months Later
“The Winner Takes It All” by Abba
Emily and Louis are coming into town this weekend and I can’t wait for us to go out and catch up. I’m