The Doctor Of East Hadena [MXM] [SERIAL KILLER] ✓

32 | MISS YOU

I freeze, feeling like my brain is short-circuiting. It goes completely blank, as soon as I lay eyes on him, and this is bad. Dex is quite literally the last person I wanted to see in this state. He looks confused at the sight of my cracked door, eyes wandering down until eventually locking with mine.

"Camilo?" He looks confused. The door is only open enough for him to see my eye and some of the skin around it, that's all. So, he has no idea the state I'm in. I'd like to keep it that way.

"What?" Okay, never mind. I haven't spoken in hours, and it's obvious. My voice is scratchy and raw, and add on the fact that I've also been crying, I sound horrible. I sound awful, my mental distress is quite clear, no matter how much I'm trying to hide it.

Dex holds up a familiar knife. My favorite one, which he confiscated when I was drunk. God, that feels like so long ago, now. "I forgot to return this."

He's here to return my knife? That's it? Why is he doing so at like, three in the morning? Could this not have waited until tomorrow? I know it's not uncommon for us to see each other late, because of our work schedules, but still. It's different now.

I don't open the door wider. I completely hide my face and reach blindly through the gap, grabbing the knife out of his hand. I look at it for a moment, out of sight from Dex, in the dark of my apartment, then thank him. "Thanks."

I close the door. I'm about to walk back to my couch and continue to attempt to get the tears to stop, but then I hear Dex immediately knock on the door again.

I sigh, but I don't open it. "What?"

"I also wanted to check on you," I hear Dex's muffled on the other side. He sighs. "You seemed upset at work."

I take a deep, shaky breath. Somehow, the fact that he's checking to see if I'm okay only makes it even worse. I feel my jaw tremble with the effort I'm putting into not breaking down around him, of all people.

"I'm fine."

"Can I see you?"

I huff, before opening the door once again, the gap even narrower this time. He probably can't even see my entire eye. I raise an eyebrow at him, barely keeping it together. I'm at the point where if I talk, I'll break down.

"Can I see more of you?" Dex pushes, starting to look suspicious of me. He's frowning, and he rests his hand against the door like he wants to push it open further. He doesn't put any pressure, though.

"Why?" I ask him, and my voice breaks at the end. Fuck! I literally just said I shouldn't talk or I'll lose my composure... and I do.

God, I fucking do. I step away from the door, forgetting to shut it. I turn around and take a few steps back into my apartment, reaching up and covering my face with my hands. Oh my god, this is such a worst-case scenario. If I was a skeptic before, this would be enough to convince me karma is real.