"The Escape"

Apologies

I undressed myself and pulled off the bandages.
He can bandage the damage but he can't fix it.
He can't fix me.
I stepped in the shower hoping the water would make the pain go away or at least clear my mind.
I winced as the hot water fell on the cuts and bruises.
The cuts and bruises, they gave me.
So many emotions swept over me. Guilt, anger, hatred, sadness.
As I walked out of the bathroom, I saw a check-shirt and pants, with a folded piece of paper on the bed. I unfolded the note.

It said: "Sorry :-)".

I felt guilty.
After all, he was just a human.
I shouldn't have treated him like that.
And I'm what, just a stranger to him and despite that, he's doing everything possible to make me happy.
I should apologize to him.
I put on the shirt.It went down my thighs, covering my knees.
So, I didn't bother wearing the pants.
Plus, they were too big for me.

When I walked out of the room, I saw Coran cleaning the kitchen.
"Hey". I said.
"Hi". He looked up at me and froze. "Umm... Coran? "
"Hmmm?". He said in a trance.
"What are you staring at? "
"Oh! Sorry.... its just that... you're...you're looking beautiful".
I felt my cheeks getting hot.
No, I better not be blushing.
I didn't realize that I was smiling like an idiot.
" You should smile often, it makes you more pretty ". He winked.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
"Well, I've almost cleaned it but you can do the dishes if you want". He answered still staring at me.
"Sure". I said walking towards the sink.
He began cleaning the table.

"Coran," I said washing the dishes. "Yes? "
"I'm sorry".
"Hey, hey" . He walked up to me and took my hands,"I bombarded you with so many questions and it wasn't your fault. So, I am the one to apologize, not you". He said, caressing my hands.
It felt so good, so relaxing.
I looked up at him.
He was dangerously close to me.
He was coming closer inch by inch.
He was so close that I could feel his minty breath.
As he was about to kiss me, I backed away.
I didn't want him to get the wrong idea.
He was shocked.
He was still holding my hands.
Softly, he let go of them.
I could clearly see the look of hurt in his eyes.
He was hurt........ because of me.
"I'm sorry ". I whispered.
"It's okay. I understand". His voice cracked. He tried to cover it up with a smile but couldn't.
His smile was weak.
So am I.