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Years later, Denzel II was all grown up, and my relationship with his father was more of a friendship than a marriage. I felt neglected, and couldn't help feeling down on myself, was there someone else for Denzel? He never seemed interested in me, and I began to blame myself for all of it, I should never have gotten close to him to begin with, No one could replace Cherry in his heart, and it was obvious to me that he no longer thought of me as someone he wanted to wake up next to in the morning.

I went to the bar to think, and to get ready for the crowds that would show up to drink that night. As soon as I walked in the door, I thought I had stepped back in time, to a night I had pushed far back in my mind.
Once again, Breeze was there, sitting on my barstool, drinking. He began talking as soon as I walked in, and I was at a loss for words as he told me what his wife had said to him and Eagle earlier in the day. I walked over to him, and without thinking, I held him in my arms, and tried to let him know that it would be alright. As I held him, I began to feel things that I truly hadn't felt since we had been alone last.
Time went on, and Breeze would come to my work, just to see me; he didn't talk to me each time he came, but it was the way I could feel him watching me that made me feel desired, loved even; though this was a leap even for me. He loved Cassandra, even if she didn't want him to see her dying.
Breeze came again to see me at work, he walked in and kissed me, without any kind of warning at all! I couldn't resist him, it had been so long since I felt anything good that even the thought of fighting this was ridiculous to me. I returned his affection, and we spent the night in the office area making love. When we awoke together the following morning, I felt at home in his arms. This was where I belonged... wasn't it?
I left Breeze upstairs, and went downstairs, cleaning up after the customers from the night before, and trying to work it all out in my head.

Breeze became persistant, truly loving, worried for me, and jealous of Denzel. He was angry that I was still dragging out my marriage to Denzel, who he insisted didn't care for me. He was right,in a way. The two even got into a fight over me, I can't recall how Denzel found out, but I do remember that I stayed with Denzel.
One day when Breeze came by he took me away from the bar for a walk on the beach, and once again we made love only this time, he insisted that I make a choice. I struggled with this, I still loved Denzel. But my feelings for Breeze were deeper and stronger and more true than they had ever truly been with Denzel. I had made my decision, I would leave with Breeze this time I had to.
Denzel was devastated when he found me packing my things, and I told him about the choice I had made. There was no other way, he had to understand, I couldn't continue living like we had been, pretending to be happy. It hurt to leave him, and I could see the pain in his eyes, but I left anyway.

A few months later Denzel died in his sleep.