Her Broken Bad Guy Angel

Melting Ice

Priscilla POV:

"I'm sorry for being rude" he said

It caught me off guard. Did he just apologize to me, was my mind playing tricks on me? I've gotten too deep in the trance. I stared at him, he still had his blank expression on walking with his eyes fixated on the road. I guess I have gotten the answer to my question.

"And I apologize for yelling at you today" he said

I definitely heard him right this time

"I didn't mean to, it was nothing personal, you approached me at a bad time"

"I was real sick of being a subject of pity and ruth throughout the day"

I felt all the anger and irritation I was harboring earlier diffused out of me. How could I stay mad at him he looked as adorable as a wet bunny, a very aggressive bunny, but you get the logic, I laughed at my crazy thought. He would flip if he could hear my toughts. I stared at him with the same piety he seemed to loathe so much.

"You could have stayed at home you know" I said quietly

"nobody will think less of you for doing so"

"It wasn't about being thouht less of"

"It never was"

"You wouldn't understand "

"But I do"

"I'm sick of people telling me they understand, when they certainly don't "

"You can never understand the pain of losing a loved one till you do"

"I have"

At that I got a reaction

He hesitated for a moment. He turned to look at me with a raised eyebrow and continued walking

"I lost my Dad two yrs ago in an auto accident. He was my whole world. I was at rock bottom and sank even further with every realization I won't get to ever see him again. The feeling of being alone . I thought I would never be happy again. I sleep every night scared of seeing his dying face, I later allowed his face to flood my imagination. The most depressing is time robbing me of my good memories with him. I stared at his picture every night with the hope I could dream about him and get to experience his touch and love again even though it was an illusion. Some nights I am lucky to dream about him most nights I don't. I slept every night with a throbbing heart hoping I could turn back the hands of time, it was only a delusion. "

"I used to sit at times to grief, circled my block many times before sleep. I realized I was plunging myself in a sea of depression, I was f*****g up my mental health. Where I might never comeback "

"I know how you expect this to go, You'd tell me your grief and I'd tell you mine"

"Mine is totally different from yours. I'm not willing to speak about it"

I was hurt a bit but said nothing. Trying harder was a waste of effort, he doesn't want to open and that is fine. I shouldn't expect him to open up to a total stranger because that is simply what I am to him. I am the one getting ahead of myself.

I continued walking in silence.

"Pardon me, I should have aired my thoughts better"

"I'm sorry about the death of your Dad, I really am"

"But I'm not in the mood to talk about grief or talk at all. I've had quite enough of that for a day"

"Talk about something else. Perhaps you could humor me, I'm willing to listen"

I looked up to his face and for the first time tonight I saw traces of emotion on his cold blank rigid face. It looked so true, perhaps he really want to listen to me talk.

And so I did, I talked to him about the funniest moments I could remember. I talked about the amusing moments I've experienced at work, I talked about my friends; Jane and Phil, our crazy and hilarious moments. To my greatest joy he gave a snicker on few occasions. Coupled with the serenity of the night and watching him smile, I wished the moment could last forever. It was a delusion for my house soon came into view. I contemplated walking around the house taking him in circles just to make the moment last longer, I cringed at my thought. It was the silliest thing I could think of. It would ruin whatever I could ever have with him if he realized the stupid antic I pulled. I was wallowing in my delusion.

We stopped a safe distance from my house, I didn't want mom to see us together. She might be looking out for me from outside the window. It wouldn't look for whatever excuse I came up with for coming home late

"This is my stop " I said with a smile

"Thank you for tonight, I really appreciate it"

"You are welcome"

"I would have done it for anybody though"

That was anticlimactic!

I felt a pang, but why? It was true, he would have done it for anybody. I wasn't deluded enough to presume he walked me home because he loved me or anything. What a sad way to end a seemingly great night

"Goodnight" I said

"Night" he replied

I walked towards my house, I resisted the urge to take a look back at him and watch him walk away. I finally yielded at the doorsteps, I turned to see how far he has walked. Surprisingly, he was standing there staring at me. I felt really akward and clueless of what to do, I wasn't expecting him to watch me walk home. I waved at him. He waved back!!. I could not contain my excitement I gave a little yelp after he turned away to leave. I turned to open the door.

A sudden rush of nerve swept through me, I remembered what awaited me behind the door. I braced up to open the door.