The phone vibrated once again. Shane didn't want to pick it up. He knew who sent the next text message. He could no longer tolerate the myriad of words that she would send him. He just left his smartphone on the coffee table. He didn't put it back in his cargo shorts. He didn't even want to touch it to use his apps. Instead, he finally did what he could have done a couple of weeks ago. He picked up his phone and blocked her number without hesitation. It was the only thing he could do. He could have called her back, but the truth had now kept him from pursuing her. He didn't care how many messages she would send him. He just wanted to get it over with.
His phone finally became silent, free from the standard vibrations. He set it back on the coffee table. He took a deep breath. The absolute silence would be his definitive decision. Soon, Gloria would be an afterthought. Shane wanted it to stay that way.
He slid open the patio door and observed the customary view that persuaded him to appreciate the location of his apartment. The beach from down below barely included one dozen beachgoers at this time, despite the early summer day that would have prompted a more active shoreline. The calm afternoon consisted of steady waves and a clear blue sky. Redondo Beach had indulged in a more tranquil experience for the rest of the afternoon. Shane didn't mind the lack of enthusiasm on the sand. He welcomed the solitude that lay before him. He viewed the beach with ease as he folded his arms across his chest. For a full minute, the 22-year-old man instantly forgot about Gloria. He eagerly awaited a future without her.
But then, Shane's memory progressed toward a more somber note. He could still remember the man who was still married to Gloria, and how the most recent discovery broke his heart. Shane's slow realization made him fully aware of the betrayal. Everything fell apart soon after. Shane turned away from the balcony and stepped back inside his living room. He slid his hand slowly across his blond hair. He could still remember the look on Gloria's ex-husband's face when he found the two of them together in this very apartment. He wanted to forget it, but he knew it would be engrained in his thoughts.
The doorbell rang. Shane could only hope that Gloria didn't decide to return to his home. But as he took a peek through the tiny peephole, he felt even worse. Gerard stood in front of the door with a more dejected stare. Shane would have refused to open the door, but he knew that he couldn't be dishonest to a man like Gerard. He opened the door. He and Gerard now faced each other.
At the age of 38, Gloria's ex-husband could have been a man of virtue just by observing his interior. He wore a black t-shirt and blue jeans. His short brown hair and his overall handsome form could have enticed those who yearned for a companion. Shane began to feel ecstatic on the inside. He couldn't help but admire Gerard's innocuous nature, his humble judgments being a natural highlight of his characteristics.
Shane quickly stepped aside. "Come in."
Gerard smiled. "Thanks."
The younger man led him into the living room. "What can I do for you?"
Gerard produced a nearly neutral expression. "I'm pretty sure I left something here."
Shane already knew what he meant. "I got it. I kept it because I had a feeling you'd want it back."
He went into his bedroom and picked up the wedding ring from his nightstand. He handed it back to Gerard. "Well, here it is."
Gerard took it back with a solemn gesture. "Thanks a lot. I'm glad you didn't do anything to it."
He looked down at his own wedding ring, the one he took off in frustration. He became silent, as if a fleeting memory had returned to ruin his expectations yet again.
Shane noticed it straight away. "Do you want to sit down for a minute?"
Without saying another word, Gerard took a seat on the sofa. He continued to set his gaze on the ring that he placed on his open palm.
Shane almost shivered from the silence. He tried to start a conversation, but he couldn't choose the right topic. He could only ask, "So...is it final?"
Gerard slowly nodded. "It's over...it's finally over. The divorce is official."
Shane felt greater sympathy as he witnessed the older man clenched his fist. He placed the wedding ring in his pocket.
Shane couldn't suppress his true feelings any longer. "Listen, I know I'm also to blame for all of this. Believe me. If I knew she was married to you, I wouldn't have gone forward with it."
Gerard finally looked up at him. "It's alright. I don't blame you for anything. She lied to you, too."
Shane sighed. "Man, I'm really sorry this happened to you."
"The good news is I won't have to pay her alimony. She's long gone. She's already on her way to Florida."
"She kept texting me today. I guess she wanted to ask me if I wanted to come with her."
"What did you say to her?"
"I blocked her number. She won't hear from me again."
Gerard's neutral expression still didn't change. "That's good to know."
He stood up from the sofa. His tall stature almost made Shane more welcoming of his presence.
"I guess I should be going now."
Shane stopped him. "You don't have to leave. I can get you something to drink. It's the least I can do for you."
Gerard didn't accept the offer. "I've got a few things to do for the rest of the day. I'm sure the same can be applied to you."
Shane was still sincere. "No, not at all. Come on. Stay a little while longer. I'll get you something to drink."
"Okay, then. Anything with caffeine in it."
Shane eagerly stepped into the kitchen. He chose his personal favorite flavor from the refrigerator. He handed Gerard an energy drink.
Gerard popped open the can. "I like this one, too."
Shane smiled. "It's really good."
Gerard took a short sip. Shane couldn't decipher the reaction. Gerard didn't seem to relish the refreshment offered to him. But for a couple of seconds, a little smile had formed on his face before it faded into obscurity.
He placed the can on the coffee table. "I'd like to see the ocean if you don't mind."
Shane gladly slid open the door to the balcony. "No, not at all. Here you go."