Still quite mortified over what had just happened, Dennis stared at the open front doors with raised eyebrows.
“What in the hell…?” Was all that Dennis could say. Blaise just had her hand clapped over her mouth.
As two other men approached them, they shifted their attention to the old man that was now close enough to speak to.
“So was that your son what chased my son out of here?” Harwood asked the two of them. “Any reason for that?”
Blaise put her hand down and nodded. “Yep, that was our son!” She then pointed to Dennis. “Well, his son. I’m just the stepmother.”
Marc just scratched his head. “So was that my bro’s ex-fiance he’s talked about? Huh. He looked different than how I imagined.”
All four of them stared for a little longer, before Dennis turned to look at Marc and Harwood again.
“Well, since our kids are going off to who knows where, you want to go and find a less crowded place to chat?”
Harwood just shrugged. “Couldn’t hurt. Though I would like to know where those two are headed…”
“Sinbad!” Shark kept running after the man he hadn’t seen in so long. Unfortunately, it seemed the more he called his name, the farther Sinbad got from him.
At one point, Shark stumbled on the curb, and lost his momentum. Sinbad just kept on going. He did see him run into the inside of a nearby lighthouse.
Getting back up, Shark regained his footing as he reached the lighthouse. He tried to ignore the pain in his knee as he looked up to the top.
“Sinbad! Please, stop running!” He called out again, but only heard his echo in return. When he didn’t get another answer, he began to climb the steps up each floor.
Each floor he reached showed no Sinbad, the further he went up. Realizing he had to be at the top, he paused at the stairs leading there.
“Sinbad? Are you still there? Can you hear me?” Instead of a verbal answer, Shark could hear weeping from up above him.
Bracing himself, Shark took a deep breath, and went up the last flight of stairs.
When Annette reached the lighthouse, her legs were already aching from the sudden, unexpected running.
“They really couldn’t have gone to a closer location?” She craned her neck upward, and saw what she knew to be Sinbad’s back and hair.
She couldn’t really hear anything, given that Sinbad was up so high. Sighing in frustration, she went into the lighthouse and trudged up the stairs.
Bizarrely, she couldn’t hear her footsteps as she went up. It were almost as if she weren’t even in the building.
As she reached the top, she saw Shark gradually walking toward a crouching Sinbad. Tiptoeing behind a pillar on the floor she was on, she watched in secret.
Sinbad was still trembling with emotion, letting his tears fall from his cheeks, and pool under him. Each breath he took was a shuddering one.
He tried to ignore the footsteps behind him. His sobbing only seemed to intensify when they stopped.
“…Sinbad?” When he heard his name being whispered, he jerked his head to look behind him. His eyebrows set themselves into a hopefully angry expression as he stood up to confront his ex-fiance.
Clenching his fists, Sinbad made his voice sound as biting as possible. “Why are you here?”
Shark scratched the back of his head as he tried to explain himself. “Well, I was chasing you and-”
“Not that! Why are you here in Bridgeport?” Out of frustration, Sinbad pulled on his long hair.
With his clarification, Shark told him the truth. “My parents came here for their honeymoon, and I tagged along. Then I saw you at the tea house tonight, and…”
Reaching in front of him, Shark took hold of Sinbad’s hands. “Sinbad, why’d you run away when you saw me?”
Sinbad yanked his hands away, and turned his back to him. “Isn’t it fucking obvious? I did what you said to me back in Twinbrook a year back.”
“What?” Shark was taken aback by this. “You mean, when I told you to…”
Sinbad held up a hand to stop his talking. “A year ago, you told me to get out of your life. And that’s what I did! I got out of your life!
“And now that I was finally able to let you go, and start moving on, here you are again!” His tears were coming back again, as he gripped his arm hard enough to dig his nails into his skin. “Why are you even here, now?”
Shark was aghast at what he just heard. “That was…Sinbad, back then I was angry over what I learned. I didn’t take into account the ‘former’ part of former criminals.”
He carefully embraced Sinbad from behind. “I made a big mistake back then. And that’s why I’m here: To fix a horrible mistake.”
Trying to get him to turn around, Shark held Sinbad closer. “Sinbad, when you left town, I was completely devastated. I thought I’d never see you again. I should’ve just…”
“You…What?” Sinbad was trying to keep his guard up, but it was already beginning to fail.
Now Shark was beginning to cry himself. “I take it all back. I should’ve given you a chance to explain instead of throwing you out. And I…”
Stepping back, Shark watched as Sinbad finally turned around to look him in the eye again. His tears proceeded to flow freely down his cheeks as he said his final wish:
“I want you back in my life.”
As much as he were trying to keep it together, Sinbad felt all his memories flooding back. He took a step back, clapping a hand over his forehead. Breathing deeply, he collapsed to the floor.
“Man, this is…” He looked up at Shark. “I’m not dreaming now, am I?”
Shark kneeled down in front of him, and shook his head. “No dreaming. I missed you so much, and I do want to marry you again.” He took hold of Sinbad’s hands again. “I want my best friend back.”
Though he was still unsure whether this was real, Sinbad wiped the tears from his eyes, and nodded.
“Yeah. I want my best friend back, too.” He then leaned forward, and wrapped his arms around Shark. His hug was then reciprocated.
Shark began to smile warmly, happy to have Sinbad back in his arms. When both of them pulled back to look each other in the eyes again, they pressed their lips together.
After pulling back for air, Sinbad licked his lips and got an interesting idea. Still holding Shark close to his chest, he pulled him up and started leading him down the lighthouse steps.
“Where are we going now?”
Sinbad gave a little smile, with an ideal location in mind. “You’ll see when we get there. We just need to reach my truck.”
On the way down back outside, the two men began holding hands. Until they reached his truck parked back by the tea house, they didn’t let go even once.
When Annette stepped out from her hiding place, she made certain that they didn’t know she was there eavesdropping.
“Now where could they be going? I guess I keep following them.”
Although she knew she probably couldn’t keep up on foot, Annette was willing to try and track down the truck that Sinbad always drove.
Trailing behind a decent distance away, she took note of all the possible hiding places just to be safe.
Annette then saw Sinbad’s truck driving by, making this search pointless. As well as she could, Annette began to follow it, taking care not to be noticed as she ran in that direction on foot.