Te Quiero

VEINTIOCHO

Only if I had listened to what he had to say even if it was for a minute. Gosh! I was sad and wished I could do something about it but there was nothing possible I could do. I mean, I can't turn the hands of the clock and go back in time. I'm no time traveler.

Baldwin's voice took me out of my thoughts. "It was just normal reflex to go help him after hearing that sound of a bullet escaping from the gun. You know...I've got my own family but Dylan's like my son and I'd always be there cause he's got no one. Gladly, it's only gunshots that triggers him if not... haha he wouldn't be an excellent doctor that he is now."

He took a short break and kept on.

"After the incident at Edwin's company, he kept blaming himself for not being there for you. I told him to calm down but he couldn't. He was scared, hurt and embarrassed that he made us search everywhere for you. When he realised that you kept declining his calls, he was assured that you were safe somewhere. Somewhere he didn't know of but, you didn't just want to talk to him.....just know that he didn't mean to leave you all by yourself."

I felt really bad for him. "I feel bad."

"No princess..."

"I have to apologize to him."

"Princess..." Baldwin called out but I was already on my feet.

I learned that you have to always listen to the other side of the story so, you won't lose a connection but in my case... a friendship. I walked into the elevator.

I was wrong. Yes, he left but, it was never his intention and now that I was aware of what's wrong with him, I just felt like this was a big misunderstanding.

I got out of the elevator and walked very fast to the door of his office. "Dylan." I said softly and thought of how my dad died. Actually, I could relate with his pain but his wasn't like mine.

Firstly, he was young. Secondly, she was raped in front of him and thirdly, she was shot ten good times! Those robbers weren't human at all.

I wanted to knock but fuck it. With my energy, the door flung open. He was startled by my sudden entrance.

"You should've told me." I said still holding the door's handle.

"I tried to explain but you wouldn't let me."He stood up from his seat and walked up to me.

"No." I wasn't referring to that. "You should've told me before the whole dinner and all."

"How'd it look like huh? Telling my embarrassing secret to a lady I just met. What'll you think of me?"

He had a point. "But I... I should've known." I said in frustration.

"No Teresa. You shouldn't have known. I mean... you shouldn't even know this right now."

"Cause it's embarrassing? Oh miss me with that bullshi..."

"No matter how you make it look like it's right for you to have known earlier... it still makes zero sense. Wait up. What else do I know about you except from the fact that you have a recovering mom and a little brother?" He asked me and I looked away cause he was right.

"Nothing."

"Exactly. People don't just go around telling their secrets to anyone they come across."

I sniffed. "What if you were helpless? Like what if no one was there to help you except me... the stranger? What'd you have done? You'll have no choice but to just let me know. This is a health condition not a... not a secret."

He shook his head. "Apart from my dad, Baldwin, my doctor, some of those guards and you... no one knows that I fucking have post traumatic stress disorder... you don't understand cause you're not in my shoes."

He dragged me into the office and closed the door. I heaved. "Then make me understand Dylan."

His eyes widened in surprise and I continued. "I mean make me for real! I thought you were a heartless being who just wanted me dead. But now that I know that it wasn't even your intention... damn, my conscience is messing with me. I'm annoyed. Not feeling entitled or anything but I'm fucking sad cause I also lost my dad not too long ago..." my voice broke. "And here I am... making someone feel bad for almost that same reason. I mean... it's not nice even a bit...." Before I could finish talking, he pulled me closer and locked his soft lips with mine. Kissing me slowly, he tightened his hold and said to me.

"You have no fault in this.... nothing that happened was your fault. I'm sorry."