N /A: The original language of this fic is Spanish, so a friend offered to translate it from Spanish to English to share it with more people, she asked me to make it clear that her english is not perfect but she did her best, I am very Grateful, my English is almost null, I hope you can understand it and please tell me if you would like us to continue translating this story
48 hours had passed since the failed proposal, forty eight and twenty Seven minutes and counting - Toby murmured to himself - he was still resting on the couch, while he drinks a glass of water, the alcohol has run out about forty hours earlier, but he doesn't have the strength to get Up and go home. A small part of him was still waiting for her to come back. He wanted her to tell him that everything was a joke, a very bad joke, as a result of her bad sense of humor, or at least, he was waiting for an explanation, he met her for about eight years, they were practically best friends, they have been together for almost eight months and he has already hint that he would ask her to be his wife in the future, instead, she never told him that she was already married to someone else, he was trying to find some memory, a clue, a word, a situation that would help him to understand that she was already married, but he found nothing, he smiled at the memory of her telling him that her longest relationship was with a sander.
He got up to go to the bathroom - he had been lying on the couch drinking liquids for hours - his cell phone had died several hours ago, although before his cell phone went out, he saw the missed calls of Tim, Sylvester, Cabe and Paige, none from Happy. After that, the garage phone started ringing, he answered and hung immediately, he was sure it was Sylvester checking if he was still alive.
For a moment, when he stopped self-pity, he thought about the lucky that Walter had.
He smiled at the thought of his boss confessing his feelings to Paige, it wasn't necessary to be a renowned psychiatrist or an incredible behaviorist to know that she would correspond.
He was lying on the couch, drinking a bottle of water, his brain ordered him acting like a drunk, he was about to start singing a song, just for fun, when he saw that the garage door opens and entered the last person he was expected. The same one he had been thinking about during the last 48 hours, Happy Quinn, the mechanical engineer was there, standing next to the door
"¡Happy!", he straightened up like a spring and approached her, ready to run and chase her in case she decided to escape again,
"You still here Doc?", it was an stupid question, he was standing in front of her, and she was pretty sure that he wasn't an hallucination so, that question was absurd, that was obvious; however, it was the only thing that came out of her mouth.
"I'm still here" He looked at her intently as she spoke, trying to convey something with his eyes, but he didn't know what. He watched every movement the woman made, he only saw tiredness in her eyes, her eyes were red, but he wasn't sure if it was because of lack of sleep or because she was crying. The movement she did with her hands, the way she was standing there, she was exhausted, but no like him, he didn't see the same anguish and despair he felt right now, but the saddest thing for him was that she had no intention of talking.
"I don't want to talk", the woman answered a question that no one did, however, she didn't escape, she didn't even try to leave the garage
"Why did you not tell me?" Toby spoke after a few seconds of silence, he invited her to take a seat, to have that conversation in the garage door, it wasn't comfortable.
"It's complicated", she answered. Only then Toby notice, the way her arms moved, the way she looked down, and as her mouth only whispered the words; that could only mean two things, that she was afraid or she was hiding something and it wasn't something small; Although his body expression didn't indicate the correct answer, his instinct and his experience with Happy Quinn told him that the second option was the correct and he wanted to know why.
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