I had been watching for quite some time as the raindrops disappeared on my window. Although the city was dark at night and the small downpour, the drops were clearly visible.
Two knocks on my door startled my thoughts. I frowned in confusion. After a few moments those same blows were heard again, I got up from where I was.
"It must have been the nightstand," I thought.
When I got to the door I opened it cautiously and my impression was no further when I saw who was there, in front of me.
Wet clothes, barefoot, shoes in hand and a light stream dripping from his head.
He was looking at me a little distressed, desperate as if he needed something.
"What are you doing here?" These were the words that came out of me at that moment.
He looked at me for a while and then moved a little closer to where he was.
"We agreed to go out together, but when I went to pick you up, you were gone. Your father didn't want to tell me where you were until he drink too much and he told me."
Meanwhile, I crossed my arms. I wasn't that angry since he wasn't to blame for what had happened, but something in me stirred and bothered me when I didn't see him push her away.
"Why did you come?" I leaned back from the door.
"For you," he answered immediately. "Are you going to let me in?" He gestured with his hands pointing forward.
I looked him up and down and turned and walked into the apartment, letting him in. I listened as he closed the door behind him, turned on the lights, and we were silent until he broke it.
"I want to apologize for what you saw ..." I interrupted.
"I really don't give a damn," my subconscious whispered liar.
"Are you not upset?" He approached me.
"It should?" I raise an eyebrow. "I know you and that neutral face of yours tells me otherwise," he admitted.
"The only way I could care about you is if I care about you," he stated firmly.
"You can't take me away from you," he pointed out and came closer.
"We talked about this," I murmured. I turn to the window and we are enveloped in deathly silence for a few minutes.
I feel his footsteps approaching me, the moment his cold hands touch my shoulders and I shudder. I no longer wore heels, so my height became a head and a half shorter than his.
"Turn around and look at me," he asked this time I did what he told me, fixing my eyes on his gray orbs and his thick eyes with all those long, thick lashes. "I know there are no third parties. As I also know that there are things that just don't add up," I sighed and turned my chin to look at him again "You can't forget about me in such a short time. I didn't, and although it was short, it was real." I looked at him with crystallized eyes.
"This can't happen, I've done enough damage already." I turn away from him.
"How do you know that...?" -Interrupt. "I have no doubt, my mother hates me for this and I don't want Dad to be disenchanted again," he says trying to keep all my tears where they are.
"You care more about what others want than what you want and that's your problem," he admits.
"We can't deny the obvious." I deny. "What others think I'd stop caring if it didn't affect me more when I know what my baby is." .
"Have the courage to finish the sentence." Never in my life did I think of seeing this man like this and that the cause was me.
"I don't want to talk about that anymore."
"It would be best if I left, it would be difficult for me to make you understand, knowing how stubborn you are" I see how he turns and before reaching the door I stop him.
"Don't go," I manage to say in a whisper.
"What do you want me here for?" He murmurs without turning around.
"Outside of the pouring rain, you could get sick if he gets a little wet."
He turns around
"First, I must get rid of all this," he pointed out to himself.
"There must be something here." I walked to where I thought my bedroom was, the darkness did not let me appreciate how it really was but the little light that entered left much to be desired.
I came to what I thought was a closet, there were a lot of clothes. If Dad was smart enough, he had asked me to bring my pajamas, which actually consisted of a very baggy pair of sleep pants and Alex's T-shirts. Internally I celebrated when I found them.
I walked over to where he was and handed them to him.
"At the end of the hall there is a bedroom, you can stay there, I think it has a bathroom." He nodded, starting to walk towards where I had indicated, but before doing so, he turned, leaving a kiss on my forehead. I just heard him whisper a slight thanks while I watched him disappear into the shadows, And I sighed deeply.