Unkept Promise

CHAPTER THREE

"What's wrong?" I asked. His reaction to that letter was not a very pleasant one. Altair snapped out of his thoughts, shaking his head.
"Nothing, nothing," he said in a rush. He folded the letter and hid it in his pocket, then grabbed his jacket from the coat rack in the corner.
"I'm going out for a moment."

My eyes narrowed, but I tried to keep my tone nonchalant.
"Great. Perfect opportunity for me to get out of here," I said firmly. He tilted his head in my direction, but not quite enough to see me.
"I'd highly suggest you to not do that," he recommended, putting on his jacket. "But, if that's what you really want, then who am I to stop you." He made a few steps to the door and grabbed the handle, but stopped right before turning it.
"If you really are going to leave, then at least don't burn my house to the ground out of spite, yeah?"
Before I could say anything in response, he left the house, softly closing the door behind him.

I was now alone, left with nothing but my racing thoughts. 
"That guy is so innocent, I almost feel bad," I thought to myself. I stood up from the bed, taking a moment to balance myself. I couldn't help but look around the house better. I had to admit, the inside looked much better and cozier than the outside, hence the thought that the place was abandoned. It almost looked like a cabin. Made out of thick, dark wooden planks and small rooms, just enough to fit everything you need. I stepped forward a bit, turning my head to the left, where the small kitchen was. In what appeared to be the living room, were quite a few bookshelves, each filled with either books, or various artifacts. To my right was more of the living room, and another door, presumably the bathroom. 

A small headache struck as I analyzed the details of the house. I moved my hand to my forehead, and felt the soft gauze the guy wrapped around my head. I looked at my right hand, which was also covered in gauze, and I had come to an awful conclusion.

I felt bad.

I actually felt bad for the guy. I busted into his house without warning, probably left him traumatized, and he still proceeded to care for me. And all I did was pushing him away.
I buried my face in my hands and sat back on the bed, rubbing my eyes. One thing was certain; my mind won't allow me to leave without thanking him in person.

"Pathetic. I hate having feelings."

Now I had to wait for the guy to come back from whatever it is he's busy with. I leaned on my knees, resting my chin on my hands, letting my thoughts take over.

Why didn't my power work that time? I'm more than certain that I hit the right spot... And what was on that letter that made Altair react the way he did?

The last fight kept repeating in my mind like a broken record. Every blow, every mistake, every word even... Nothing I had done or said could have caused my power to not work, so why didn't it?

I glanced at the door. I couldn't help but wonder what had the guy so worked up that he had to immediately leave. The urge to sneak out and go after him myself was strong, but it was too late now. I had no clue in what town I even was, forget about trying to find him.