Missing You

He spied her from across the haze-filled bar, and it amazed him how she could light up a room just by being in it. Watching as the two of them talked, most likely reminiscing over the past, he felt ill at ease. Why, when Lee was finally beginning to realize the depths of his feelings for this woman, did he have to come back?

"Wait." He whispered in relief. 'He's leaving. Damn, no such luck. They're going to dance.' He groaned. 'I must be a masochist, why else would I put myself through such agony?' He wanted to scream when the man put his arms around her and pulled her tightly to his chest. All Lee could do was stand there and stare at the seemingly happy couple. It was as if he was caught in a trance, rooted to the floor. Just then their eyes met, she'd caught him staring at her. Some spy he was. He hoped she wouldn't be too upset that he'd followed them there, but he couldn't help himself. Expecting a cold glare of disapproval, his heart swelled when she smiled up at him and he returned a guilty smile.

Can you truly miss someone that was never really yours to begin with? He had his chance. Hell, she'd given him enough chances. He ran his hand through his hair as he recalled 'the speech'. "Its just business, Amanda. Nothing more." Had that been for her benefit or his? He wondered now as he sat at the bar drinking his beer, alone. Watching the two of them was painful but eye opening. They seemed to fit together, like a puzzle. They had a past. They had two sons together. But did they have a future? From the look of contentment on her face, he thought so. She deserved to be happy.

He knew now where she belonged. Lee pulled himself from the barstool and threw a few bills onto the counter. With his hand on the door, he glanced back once more at the newly reunited couple and grimaced. "Be happy, my . . ." Shaking his head he left the bar.

The End