Aaron and Mominah: A Tale Untold

Prologue

Aaron Frost.
The name has haunted me for quite some time now. Memories are brutal. Leaving you all weak and pathetic, wallowing in endless pity. Wishing for all that could never be and cursing all that has ever been.

Seeing him outside my bakery, sitting so casually on the bench whilst chewing his gum, clad in sweatpants in the middle of the day, and gazing at the river, was something I could have never even imagined.

He had always been as cold as his name. Frost. Frozen. Icy. Just like his eyes. Never for once giving away his emotions. Except for that one time...
I didn't know what to expect from him. Maybe anything and everything. He was always like that. Overwhelming, unattainable, in a zone of his own.

Tanya, my best friend, who was also my best baker, gave me a nudge to pull me out of my reverie. She knew how hard it has been all this time.
"I can't do this," I told her honestly. A sigh escaped my chapped lips.
"I know, bro. Hang in there. Maybe things will be less complicated if you guys talk. There's no harm in that." she offered with a small smile.
"I don't know. It was the talking that led us here. Why does this have to be like this?" I almost cried. But I didn't. No more tears would be wasted on this fool.

Tanya hugged me and whispered something. I looked up only to see him watching us. His hard cold eyes were now dejected yet warm. Tired. I had never seen him like this. His usual prim and proper look was a stark comparison to his disheveled appearance.

I don't know how or why I mustered up my courage and advanced toward the bench.
Silently, I sat beside him, keeping a safe distance.
"How long?" the two words escaped his lips as soon as I settled. His voice was awfully calm but strained.
"Two weeks. M wants me back. Everyone actually." I replied in a small voice, looking away. Trying to count the birds around to ease my mind.
"No surprise there. Who wouldn't want you beside them?" He replied with his pleading eyes.

I gazed ahead. Hard but barely focusing. I got up and said my goodbyes.

"When I met you, I truly hated you for being cocky and a thick head. Over time, I got to know you and realized you're anything but that. You hide behind a facade, that you're a coward. But things were great when we had McDonald's after that party. I was seeing progress but...anyways, I thank you for taking care of me as a "responsibility" as well as your intern. After all, I am the sister of one of the top lawyers here. You fulfilled your duties well, Mr. Frost. We part on good terms. No hard feelings. I hope life is kind to you."

Without waiting for a response, I went back to my bakery. It was utterly satisfying to see all those blatant emotions on his face now. The turmoil, angst, and fear of rejection were all too evident in his eyes. I could feel his gaze on me but I didn't care one bit. Or was it the opposite?