If you encountered your twin soul, could you handle the recognition?
Tragedy strikes when Jack Kacey, who has searched his entire life for the one, finds his twin soul married. Seized by obsession, possessing Faith consumes him as her unfulfilling, albeit comfortable, marriage collapses. With each new discovery emerging she wavers, trying to decide which path destiny intends for her, and he becomes more certain this is their lifetime to reunite, pressuring her to abandon everything she fought to keep.
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I haven’t any regrets. Everything I did was governed by my soul, and one must always be true to one’s soul
above all else. You see, fate isn’t something only crazies believe in—fate is real. When we ignore the signs of fate, we rob ourselves of fulfilling our destiny—of our very birthright—sentencing the soul to relive life over and over again, until it, ultimately—in some far distant lifetime—matures to a fate follower. As humans, we second guess our intuition and give in to the tyranny of logic. Denying ourselves such beauty of living in the realm of emotion is nothing less than a tragedy. So as I’ve said, I don’t have any regrets; perhaps, this account explains why.
My life started when I went away on business to Arlington, Virginia, where I encountered my other half. When I say other half, I don’t mean in the usual sense as people often refer to their spouse or life partner; I mean other half as in my twin soul.
As I sat in the hotel’s cocktail lounge, she walked in on the arm of a handsome, macho-type man. I recognized her right away. Her long, bronze, strapless dress clung to her toned figure. She appeared uneasy and hollow, conveying the emptiness of the halls of the fifth floor corridors at two a.m. When he pulled the chair out for her to sit, I was certain she heard the echoes inside herself as she silently called out to me from across the lounge. For during that brief moment, our eyes met, and I saw myself as if I looked into a mirror and my own reflection greeted me.
Alone at my corner table on the seventeenth floor of one of the tallest buildings in the Washington, D.C. area, smoking my cigar and sipping my brandy, I studied their every interaction. The view from my table overlooking the city lights of Georgetown reflecting off the Potomac River became much less attractive in that instant.
She smiled faintly as he handed her a slender box wrapped in silver paper and adorned with a red bow. I tried to guess the contents as she opened it. Guessing a strand of pearls, I eagerly watched her fumble with the bow before she removed the paper. As she flipped it open, she grinned and pulled out the exquisite strand, but she wasn’t grinning as if she felt happy about the gift. I’ve seen many people respond just that way when the gift they received failed to excite them, more of a smile of obligation. She still conveyed the same hollowness that hadn’t changed since she swayed in.
Her eyes met mine when she turned away from him as she lifted up her curly blond locks. I didn’t avert my eyes. She didn’t avert hers either. We connected with a strange familiarity while he unclasped the strand, placing it around her neck; he fastened the clasp as he kissed her shoulder, triggering envy within my lonely existence.
Her hollowness changed to intrigue for a brief moment before she turned back to him.
The waitress stopped by their table. He ordered for both of them without asking her what she wanted. While she waited, she examined her long red fingernails.
Once the waitress walked away, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a gold cigarette case. He flipped it open, motioning for her to take one. She refused. He pulled one out for himself and flicked the case shut. She reached into her evening bag, pulled out a burgundy lighter, flipped it open and lit his cigarette as he leaned forward.
I knew I was being rude and felt intrusive studying their every interaction, but as I said before, something in my soul governed me, and I couldn’t control my desire enough to halt my blatant observations.
The piano man played “Only You” in the distance as I waited for her to excuse herself from the table. Intuitively, I knew she would. Seconds later, he stood up, moved to the other side of the table and pulled out her chair. Seconds later, she moved across the lounge towards the restroom.
I waited what seemed like forever to follow; but I may have been too obvious because his eyes followed me; and as I passed him, I could feel his gaze upon my back like the hot summer sun beating down on me.
Standing with the telephone receiver up to my ear and my back to the bar, I waited for her to exit the ladies room.
I placed the receiver in the cradle as soon as I heard her heels click the tile floor and moved towards the door right before she swung it open. With my index finger up to my lips and whispering, “Shush,” I stepped forward, entering the ladies room and forcing her to step backwards.
Her wide eyes and shivers worried me, but I sensed deep down she trusted me and knew I meant her no harm. I pulled out one of my cards, scribbled my room number on the back and handed it to her before I rattled off all I had time to say.
“My name is Jack Kacey, and I’m in town on business for just three days. I need you to make time to meet with me privately before I depart. This is very important. Very. As a matter of fact, it will be a severe mistake if you don’t.”
She hesitated before taking the card. Her frightened gaze made me feel like a mental hospital escapee, and at that instant, I couldn’t say whether or not she would contact me. Relieved that I hadn’t missed my chance to approach her, I relaxed even though she didn’t.
“Please use discretion by not mentioning my contact with you to the man waiting for you. Please, trust me.”
She nodded in agreement, and I couldn’t tell for sure if she intended discreetness or if escaping my presence motivated her. Either way, I stepped aside and watched her as she left the small room.
I waited inside for a few minutes before returning to my table where I signaled the waitress for my tab. She hurried over. I signed the bill, left the lounge and retired to my room.
After showering and dressing for bed, I did my nightly meditation and prayed for the union to occur. I lay down in the king bed, pulling the covers up over me, closed my eyes and silently envisioned our next meeting.