Through His Eyes (Royce)

Chap. 38 "Second Part"

Hey y'all!

I should be doing my art project and writing 3 essays (one for Microeconomics, one for Lit, and one for a scholarship). Btw, have any of you watched or read Frankenstein, 100Years of Solitude,The Elementals, or Things Fall Apart?
College is difficult.

Okay, so in this part we get some emotional stuff between Dylan and Chresanto.
Italics (not counting the chapter title) are flashbacks!

Storytime...

Chapter Title: Coincidences&Consequences Part 2

Chresanto tried to mentally prepare himself, letting out a breath with each pick-up of a foot. He was standing in front of Dylan's door.

All he had to do was knock.
Get a hand and knock his knuckles against the door. But no, he was nervous as heck. He tried to formulate what he would say and raised his hand to knock again but stopped. He probably looked like an idiot standing there.

He might have stood there for a good minute before the door opened slowly and there stood Dylan. He kept the door cracked and stared at Chresanto, confused.

"You've been standing on my porch for five minutes. What are you doing?" He sounded suspicious.

"How did you know?" Chresanto asked, embarrassed.

"I saw you walk up. There's a window right there." He nodded over to the window, which was to the left of the door with a perfect view of the yard and porch. Chresanto flushed.

"Sorry. I- I came to talk to you. Can I?" He glanced back and forth between Dylan and the window "Talk to you?"

Dylan was still positioned inside the house, hand on the knob as if he was ready to close the door any second. Chresanto guessed he deserved that. No, he knew he deserved that. Dylan probably didn't feel safe with him near.

"This is the first time in years you've spoken to me without your fists in my clothes...Or in my face," he stated matter of factly and Chresanto winced.

He felt bad, but that didn't make up for how much worse he'd made Dylan feel throughout the years.

"If the talking entails you jacking me up at my own home...no."
He started to close the door, but Chresanto put his hand up.

"Wait!"

Dylan jumped.

Chresanto winced again. "I'm sorry." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Just please, hear me out. I don't deserve to be listened to but you deserve an apology, explanation, or anything else you want me to do..." He paused. He was not good with words. "I just...I want to...make things right. Again. Between us." He glanced at Dylan for a reaction.

Dylan looked shocked, still suspicious, but a little less because he could sense Chresanto's nerves. The change in Chresanto's usually hard and closed off demeanor gave Dylan rein over the situation without fear.

He slowly opened the door up more, but instead of letting Chresanto in, he stepped out onto the porch. He left the door cracked a bit. One could never be too cautious.

Dylan rubbed his arms, partially due to the cold. It was October so the air was frigid. But also, as stated before, he hadn't held an actual conversation with Chresanto in a while.

Chresanto exhaled.
"I know...that nothing I could say could make up for what I've done. Saying 'I'm sorry' can't make up for it, but I am sorry." It was hard, but he made eye contact with Dylan when he said it. He could only imagine it was harder for Dylan. Dylan's eyebrows furrowed and he looked down, not knowing how to feel.