Satellite Souls

-Fiona's POV- I’ve fallen into the deep, consumed utterly and entirely by his grasp, which has me intoxicated vigorously. His lips showcased an aching craving that had not yet been fulfilled. Our forces magnify, leaving me in an agony of s****l desire calling for his and only his attention. The feeling of pure bliss and content as our bodies yearn for connection is so rough yet delicate. “Oh Aiden”, I inhaled deeply, feeling the moisture and muscles rise intensely between my legs. He increased his pace, moving closer to my ears, only to whisper. “Come for me, wife.” I could feel his smirk as my body tried to interpret the fluctuations in breathing rolling me off in waves of pleasure. My hazel eyes opened only to stare at the ceiling fan. Once my orgasmic flush wore off, I sat on my bed and glanced at the ring that lay on the bedside table. “Why do you take it off every night?” Aiden asked curiously, standing near the window half-naked. “So I don’t scratch my face off. It’s a huge rock!” I tried to justify. “Okay, if you say so”, he threw his hands in the air sarcastically as if he didn’t believe a word I’d just said. “Why are you still here?” I questioned, despite knowing why. “You tell me” He leaned against the bed, his eyes locked on mine. It felt almost too devilish and I wondered if he was deliberately tormenting me and if I was letting him. There was a loud click and the door sprung wide open, revealing my best friend Lydia. “Who are you talking to?” Lydia scanned the room with her eyes. “No one” I replied, honestly. “Don’t tell me you still see him, Fiona” She stood with her arms crossed ready to reject any justification I had. So I didn’t bother trying. “I don’t, not anymore” I lied whilst getting up from bed and walking towards, the bathroom. “Okay, we have a big day ahead of us. So get freshened up and come downstairs, quick!” Lydia’s hyperactive personality had no bounds. Nevertheless, she was right, I had a huge day ahead of me. I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror only to wither away in thoughts. It’s been five years since Aiden’s been in my life. He arrived at the lowest point in my life. He was there when my mom died of cancer and he was there when my father drove himself into the leisure of alcoholism. This man emanating from my unravelling mind was the only one that stood between my demise. The first time Aiden ever showed up was in a dream. I had cried myself to sleep that night, so the sleep was heavy. I remember his face calling out to me softly as he held out his hand. We were somewhere on a beach laughing and messing around. I remember what he had told me “We should get a boat and just sail away” The dream felt so real and I felt like myself again, that is until I woke up. At first, I wondered who Aiden was, but I decided not to read too much into one dream. Until it happened again. And again. And again. Every night I see him, I see us talking, laughing, kissing and just living our lives as a happily married couple. And it was okay because it became my happy place. Somewhere I would run to when things started to get worse. My mind would always escape to Aiden. Now, of course, I am not completely crazy. I knew Aiden was just a figment of my imagination. My cry for help. And it was working for me until I started imagining him while I was awake. He’ll pop up randomly, sometimes while I am stressed out at work, or having a low day or even a happy one. He would include himself in my misery and my joy. The only other person who knows about Aiden is Lydia. She has been my best friend since childhood. Her logical input regarding the situation was a ‘defence mechanism’, to which I wholeheartedly agree. Aiden was my defence mechanism. But he has inserted himself so much into my life that sometimes I am unable to differentiate fantasy from reality. “Am I fantasy to you?” My thoughts came to a halt as I watched Aiden appear behind me through the mirror. “Gosh, I told you not to do that!” I whispered, still staring at him through my mirror. He leaned closer behind me, placing one hand between my legs, jogging my memory of the wetness that had occurred in my dream a few minutes ago and whispered “Then how come this . . is real?” With a sly smile, he disappeared. I stared at my reflection for a few more minutes. Am I going out of my mind? Am I orchestrating this all by myself? Everything he says, everything he does? Am I so consumed by him that I can never move on from him? And if I try to, will he let me? Or better yet, can I let him go? - - - - - Getting in the passenger seat of Lydia’s car took me a few minutes, the dress I wore was so well fitted that it constricted me from sitting comfortably. “Okay, off we go to the Grande Maxus Hall! I can’t believe Charlie’s family booked that place just for the engagement party”, Lydia exclaimed in excitement. I felt the sun shimmer down on me, making the dress extra sparkly. It was true, I was on my way to my own engagement party. There was a part of me that felt content, but there was also a mixture of guilt and insanity. I’ve been with Charlie for over a year now, and the night he proposed was one of the most romantic nights ever. Ever since the engagement, the gestures from his parents have been countless. His family screamed royalty and wouldn’t spare any chance not to make this wedding as ostentatious as they could. “Why are you so quiet, Fiona? This is supposed to be a happy day!” Lydia’s words kept me more silent. “Are you not feeling well? As your maid of honour, I am supposed to know everything” Lydia pressed, but my lips just wouldn’t move. ’Let me be’ cried my internal monologue even though her persistent nature is something I’ve always adored about her. The rest of the ride was smooth and surprisingly silent. We pulled into the main entrance where Charlie’s parents greeted us. “Fiona! Wow, look at you! Simple gorgeous” Charlie’s mother, Jen commented. Her perfectly curled grey hair is suited with the pastel pink dress and silver earrings. She had my dress personally tailored in Paris and brought in just for the engagement party. Don’t get me started on the wedding. “Thank you, Jen. I will never question your taste again” I chuckled. The party hasn’t started yet but I could already feel my extrovert level diminishing from within. I needed to see Charlie, maybe that'd make me feel better. As we entered the hallway, I could already picture the life I was going to be accustomed to. The chandeliers gleamed from above, while the statues of us stood tall and classical music played in the background. A waiter presented me with a champagne glass and I snatched it like I’d been starving it all my life. “Keep them coming” I nudged at the waiter. “Where’s Charlie?” I murmured underneath my breath. Through all the chaos I managed to find my way to my Fiancé’ Charles White. His eyes lit up as he saw me. The velvet royal blue suit made him look polished and charming. “There’s my bride to be” Charlie greeted me with a kiss. “You’re late but you look so pretty, I’ll let it pass” He chuckled while leaving me anxious. The rest of the evening can be summarized as such, a bit of dancing, being introduced to real powerful business owners, relatives etc. and a bunch of toasts made by the White family. By now the champagne has me buzzed to oblivion. The hall started to spin around; thankfully Lydia was nearby to get a grip of me. “Jesus, Fiona. What has gotten into you today? You’re freaking me out!” She yelled while whispering. How can anyone do that? Whisper Yell? “I’m fine. I just . . . feel a little tipsy” I managed to say. “A little?” She emphasized sarcastically. “Charlie is pissed off. He doesn’t look like it but I can feel he disapproves how little tipsy you are” “It’s my engagement party, can’t I celebrate? Tell Charlie I am not drunk!” I threw my fist in the air to accentuate the seriousness of the statement. “I’m right here” Charlie’s arms picked me up. He didn’t look displeased as Lydia had mentioned. “Let me take you home, I could stay the night” He gestured. The wedding commenced within a week and throughout the planning, this was the first time he offered to stay the night. My bed was too small, he said. And he was right, my bed was small and uncomfortable. “Maybe tomorrow” I replied. “Oh okay, I’ll hand you over to Lydia then. Get some sleep, beautiful” He placed a kiss on my forehead and turned to go. Lydia took my heels and made me walk outside barefoot. The sun has set by now, so the pavement felt cold against my feet. I watched the red Lamborghini owned by Charlie pass by the Grande Maxus Hall entrance. “There goes your fiancé” Lydia mentions. We stood near the valet, until Lydia’s car arrived when a taxi pulls up right in front of us. I looked back at the hall and wondered if this life suited me. The constant urge to satisfy their expectations worried me. But the White family has always been nice to me and so welcoming considering I fell under the middle-class category. Charlie loves me unconditionally. My thoughts halted when Lydia yelled “Excuse me! You’re blocking the way to my car” “Fiona” Someone called my name but I had been staring at the pavement for what it seemed like forever. My gaze slowly locked onto him while my jaw dropped. Why was he here again? To comfort me? Why must I always run to him with my problems? Before I could shoo him away, Lydia turns to me and asks “He just said your name, do you know him?” “Fiona” He says again, as if he’s trying to jog my memory. I opened my eyes wider, trying to wrap my head around the situation. Lydia can see him. Lydia can see him! I gasped at the ghost of a man that stood in front of me with a beige coat, dark brown hair and blue eyes. A man I have been dreaming about for the past five years. In flesh. “Aiden”