Second Chance In The Shadow

 

"A young man in a dark leather jacket and a young woman in a light sweater stand close together on a dimly lit urban street at night, exchanging phone numbers on their glowing smartphones under a tall streetlamp, with a quiet, empty road and distant lights stretching into the dark background, capturing a moment of tentative connection after danger."

I'm sorry about everything. I'm sorry for how I've treated you. I'm sorry for being a liar, a cheat, and a manipulator. I've always taken what life has to offer and never let life take from me. I've always seen my life as a one-man journey—I never knew it was a journey for two people. I never knew you were the reason I could breathe. I never knew you were the one who gave me purpose. I never knew you were the one who turned my dark days into light. I'm so sorry this has happened to us. I know I chose the world over you. I know I chose crime over you. I'm sorry. Life has taught me a hard lesson: no matter what you do, love conquers all. Please, my dearest love Angela, give me a second chance to be better—to be a better man and a responsible man, not just to you, but to society. Please.

Those were Simon's words to Angela as he begged her to give him a second chance. He had learned his lesson, and he knew what he had done was beyond forgiveness. He looked her in the eyes, and his heart beat faster when he saw the tears. He knew he had caused her so much pain, and he was willing to do everything to make it right again. He looked at her expectantly as he held his breath.

Angela was stunned. She knew what she had gone through with Simon. She stood there as he held her hands, begging her. A single tear fell down her cheek, her blue eyes filling with emotion. She drifted back in memory to how they had met.

It was late that night as she finished her shift at work. She had her reasons for staying late—she couldn't help thinking that those extra hours could save a life. She reached her street but stopped at the edge, peering into the darkened block. It was well known that gang members hung around that stretch late at night, harassing people and doing worse. She'd heard stories about what they did to young women who walked that area alone after dark. She stood there wondering if she should risk it—maybe run as fast as she could to beat any trap they might have set. She was terrified, and the clock kept ticking, reminding her that it was getting later and more dangerous. She was just about to make a run for it when she saw a young man about her age heading toward the same street she was so afraid to cross.

Simon was scared of that area too. He'd been out at the club having fun with his friends—it had been one of those wild nights of partying—and he'd forgotten about the danger on his block. One thing about him: he never crashed anywhere else. He wasn't comfortable sleeping in any bed but his own. On his way home from the club, he'd been praying the street would be clear. He was too scared of what those guys would do to him if they caught him out alone that late. He'd even thought about pulling out cash to bribe them if he had to. He neared the edge of the street. He could see the broken streetlights—obviously smashed by the gang—and the others flickering on and off. He was about to sprint when he noticed the young woman approaching.

"Good evening," Angela said as she reached him.

"Good evening," he replied, his eyes darting around suspiciously.

"I'm sorry to bother you. I was hoping you could let me walk with you."

"Now why would I do that? I don't even know you."

"My name's Angela. I was working late and closed up after hours. I forgot how dangerous this street gets, and... well, I didn't think it'd be this late."

"Okay," he said, and they both started walking into the block.

Simon thought to himself: How could this girl not see how bad his body was shaking? How could she think he could protect her from those gangbangers when he was just as scared? He laughed inwardly at the irony—two scared people finding courage in each other.

"You never told me your name," she said suddenly, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Name's Simon," he said, looking around and hoping those gangsters weren't out that night.

"Nice to meet you, Simon. Why are you out this late?"

"Well, I was just having fun with the guys at the club. You know how that can make time fly."

"I don't know. I've never been to a club."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really."

"But why? Having fun is universal."

"I prefer working and earning something than wasting time clubbing. Besides, there are other ways to have fun besides drinking and dancing to music."

"Like what?"

"Reading, volunteering, starting new projects, or learning new things."

"That's boring."

"To you, but not to me," she said. They kept walking and had already reached halfway through the darker part of the street when a voice cracked out: "Stop where you are, or I'll shoot if you take another step."

Angela was so frightened she let out a small squeak and froze, but Simon urgently pushed her forward and muttered, "Don't stop, you fool." They kept walking.

"I said stop—now! On the count of three or meet your maker," the voice barked.

Simon pulled out a lighter and tried to flick it on. He was so nervous it took about five tries to light it. He jammed a cigarette in his mouth, lit it, took a deep drag, and replied, "Who's giving the orders?"

When he said that, another voice said to the first, "Let them go. Must be one of those Jackal guys. Can't start a war now, eh?"

And that's how Simon and Angela were left alone. What the gangsters couldn't see was the wet patch on Simon's pants—and that was good enough for him.

And when they had reached their destination—a T-junction—they stopped. Simon pointed to the right. “I’m heading this way.”

And Angela pointed to the left. “And me this way.”

“It was great walking with you. I wish we could do it again.”

She laughed. “Not on a night like this.”

“I agree,” he said. “Maybe we could grab a coffee or something, you know.”

“Are you asking me out?”

“No... uh, yes,” he stammered. “If that’s okay with you.”

“Sure, I guess we could.”

And that was how they exchanged numbers and went their separate ways. Simon got home, shaking his head when he saw the wet patch on his pants. He was glad Angela hadn’t noticed it.

Angela went home thanking God everything had gone well. She hadn’t had time to really look at Simon, but from what she could tell, he was a handsome young man and seemed interesting. She hoped they could get to know each other more. Her social life was so boring—hopefully this could be something new.

Their love soon blossomed over the coming months. It felt like a match made in heaven. She fell deeply in love with Simon, but soon he started manipulating her in ways she couldn’t quite understand. She noticed he was always asking her for cash, and whenever she asked what he did for a living, he gave vague answers and complained about how things had been rough. She grew suspicious when she saw the kind of friends he kept—guys who hung around all day doing nothing, yet by the end of the week they were out clubbing and flashing expensive stuff. She started looking into it and soon found out he was into fraud. He swindled people for a living.

She cried because she knew how hard it was to earn an honest paycheck, only for someone to trick you out of it. It hurt her deeply, so she reported him to the cops, who moved fast. Simon was arrested.

Angela went home crying. It was a sacrifice she knew she had to make for a clean conscience. She could never be with someone who made a living manipulating others. She watched as he was taken away, and her heart ached, but it was the right thing to do.

Simon was found guilty and sentenced to two years in prison. Over time, he became a better person and even helped the authorities investigate the syndicate behind the scam network. As soon as he got out, he went straight to Angela to beg for forgiveness.

She snapped back to the present as he held her hands, reminding her he was still there. “Please, Angela. My world would be incomplete without you. I’ve reflected on my wrongs, and I’ve changed. I promise to be on good behavior and a blessing to society. Please give me a second chance.”

She cried harder, then hardened her heart. “I’m sorry, Simon. I can’t. It’s too late.”

His world shattered. He froze in shock. He could only watch as her face blurred away, and that was when he realized he was crying. “But why? My world has been all about you. Please don’t do this to me.”

“Stop it, Simon. It’s been two years, and I’ve met someone else. I’m sorry—I never wanted you to know, but I’m married now, and I have a kid at home.”

He stood there, mouth open. “WHAT!”

“Yes. Just forget me and move on. I may have loved you once, but you destroyed my trust. You hurt me more than anything. So please, if you care about me, just let me be. Let me go and live this happy life I have now,” she said, dropping to her knees to beg him.

He stared at her for a moment, then silently walked away, never looking back.

What Angela didn’t tell him was that the baby was his. She just didn’t want him back in her life again. Crime was a no-go area for her.

Simon walked away and vowed to live right and give back to society. He started an NGO educating people about the effects of crime, and soon he was changing lives—just as he’d promised. And so he did.

Angela went on living her normal life with her husband and son. Sometimes she’d browse the internet, check on Simon’s NGO, and make an anonymous donation. She’d smile whenever she looked at her son and murmur, “I hope you grow up to be a better man.”

This story was inspired by an event I witnessed: a young man who lived off the sweat of others until one day his own father was scammed, suffered a heart attack, and passed away. That tragedy changed the young man's life—he became a better person, dedicated himself to society, and began advocating against crime.

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"Do you think Angela was right to keep the secret of the baby from Simon, even after he changed?"