The Mist Between Her And Forever

\\Chapter Nineteen\\

~He looked at her the way she needed to be looked at, like the whole world would crumble and he wouldn't blink~

\\Chapter Nineteen\\

Complicated.

If there was something justly prodigious in the human life then that must be how easily situations can change into a combination of messed up tangled knots. We humans are complicated creatures that can't always be figured out. Sometimes, we need a sudden hint of knowledge to witness what really goes on within each and every one of us. Other times, we only require vision to dismantle codes and see the true identity of certain people.

We all have eyes, but we do not see. Our vision is blocked by the fog of hatred and judgement.

Dylan's situation wasn't any different. It only took me to witness the small interaction he had with Victoria, and the foreign emotion that flashed in his deep eyes, to figure out "The Dylan" who hid behind that exterior, masterly sculptured mask. After Victoria left, Dylan stood rooted in his place, gazing sadly at the distance for what seemed like hours. He sat on the doorsteps holding his face between his hands, cursing himself every now and then.

He didn't seem so intimidating and powerful in this instant. More like a heartbroken man stripped from the most valuable things he posses, begging for a break.

He looked stressed like he had the whole world set upon his shoulders for him to carry. The Dylan that was sitting there right now was no match for the man I know.

My heart ached at this familiar scene. Yes, I strongly disliked Dylan and the feeling was mutual. He loathed me, and I in return genuinely disliked him, but a broken soul can sympathize with another upon seeing one.

I wanted so badly to go out there and ask him what happened, and my hands itched to grab the door handle, but I restrained myself. One thing I learned from my experience was maybe I should stop being everyone's therapist and just deal with my own issues. Technically, every situation I tried to interfere in turned to be a total catastrophe. I moved away from the window after taking one last glimpse of Dylan that was still stuck outside and then drew the curtains.

Even after Dylan came in, he completely avoided me and went straight to his room. He didn't bother questioning me or annoying the hell out of me. For once, he minded his own business.

As I arranged my final belongings, I found a sheet that I should have given to Dylan and forgot. So much for not encountering the dude.

I carried myself upstairs and, with a heavy intake of breath, I knocked on the door.

He didn't answer at first, but I could hear shuffling in the room and then the door creaked open.

"What?" he asked harshly, glaring at me as if I murdered his loved ones. His face looks exhausted now that I looked at him closely and there were dark formed bags under his eyes.

"I was packing and I found this contract. I should've given it to you sooner, but I forgot."

He opened the door widely and took the sheet as his eyes roamed the paper. Something caught my attention as I looked behind him to see the same box that I had tripped on with the black file removed and opened.

Dylan then reverted my attention to him as he put the sheet on his desk and moved away giving me a clear view of the file and the papers spread around it.