"I see that now, it was all a test. Don't you see I'm not afraid? I'm not afraid anymore, I'm not afraid of death, I'm not afraid of anything. I'm free."
And with that Michael hung up his cell phone never taking his eyes off of Fiona, his gaze never wavering, looking at her as intensely as he ever had. More intense than the look that he had when they were physically intimate. These simple words said to someone else on the other side of the phone call seemed to be meant for her more so than the listener. She wasn't quite sure what to do, how to act, she waited for him to make the next move, he sat back in his chair, put the cell phone down next to him. She got up off of the stool and started walking towards him, never breaking eye contact.
Finally, after what seemed like hours but was only really seconds she was in front of him. He stood up and faced her, placing his hands on her shoulders, looking at her, not saying anything for everything he needed to say had already been said. She felt the heat coming off of his hands when he touched her, this simple, light touch of his hands on her shoulders was more intense than anything she had felt in a long time, more intense than she felt with Campbell. It had been months since Michael had touched her and she was realizing now how much she missed that. This touch was more intimate than anything either one of them would ever have with anyone else because of the history they shared, they knew each other better than anyone else, understood each other better than anyone ever would and yet, yet she had made another choice. She had decided to let someone else in, and Michael was no longer a part of her life in that way however that didn't stop her from wishing it was him that she would be going home to.
"Michael," she leaned in towards him, pausing, gauging his reaction. He pulled her closer to him, his arms making their way around her body, his left hand on the small of her back, the right going up to the left side of her neck, his thumb caressing it. She let out a small moan, wanting so much to reciprocate his touch but knowing that she couldn't, knowing that if she did there would be no going back for them. She reluctantly began to pull away from him.
"Sorry I can't, Campbell's waiting. I have to get home." Michael heard the remorse in her voice as he released her, finally letting go of her, of this woman who had meant more to him than anyone else. His right hand tracked down the left side of her body as she turned to go he caught her left hand in his and felt her give his a tiny squeeze before letting go and turning away from him, not looking back. He closed his eyes as he heard the door click shut.