From where I'm sitting now—only the rattles of dishes and whatever else I can hear from the two of us' silence—I'm not sure how many more times I've rolled my eyes at this place.
Our eyes met again, and I seemed to be burned, so I averted my gaze again. How many times did I do that? I've lost my count. About thirty minutes ago, maybe, we sat here at one of the coffee shop tables just a few corners from where we came from earlier. I thought he'd take me to prison, but I was relieved because he took me here. I also don't know why he brought me here, but I don't care what it is anymore. The important thing is that I still have time to aplogize and beg because I don't know what I will do if I dissapoint the Solidads again. I haven't even apologized for the accident, now I'm going to give them another embarrassment.
"Who are you?" I was shocked when he suddenly spoke.
"H-huh?" The crack of my voice was so clear. So when he smirked when he heard that, I couldn't think.
"Forgive me. I'm not going there again. Trust me, just don't put me in jail. I don't want the Solidads to know that..."
I begged him, and I couldn't continue because it looked like I could no longer control the words in my mouth because Solidads are private people, and I couldn't just tell others about them. I haven't thought about it all, as long as it's important to me that it doesn't get to the Solidads. He stared at me with a bored look until a slight smile crept onto his face and he started to laugh.
I couldn't help but frown at what he did because it seemed like a while ago I almost froze in fear of him, but now he is here and laughing. He slightly touched the bridge of his nose and licked his lips, then looked at me blankly.
"Why should I forgive you, then?"
He seemed to find telling me even more challenging. I just bowed down and seemed to be giving up on what I wanted to happen. If only I knew something like this would happen, I shouldn't have gone there. I just let out a sigh, and when I felt the heat in my eyes, I immediately turned my head so he wouldn’t see it. I hate myself. I feel so drained after everything that happened since last night, and here I am, having tried to convince someone but giving up. I did go there, yes, but if I only knew that there were buildings being built there, I wouldn't go.
I was just trying to ... rest. I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes, even though I knew he saw me. I still tried to pretend that nothing had happened. If this is what I have to suffer for that mistake, then I don't have a choice but to take it.
"O-okay." I wanted to add more words, but I couldn't stop the sighing I was feeling—a mixture of tiredness, pain, worry, and sadness. I swallowed one after another, nervous because I didn't know what to do next.
I'm not sure how long we've been silent, but I can feel how gently he looks at me. I couldn’t help but look at him because I was bent over, afraid to see what he really felt. The silence was almost eating me up when he suddenly picked up his phone.
"Coffee shop, 7 blocks."
He said to whom he had called and reluctantly placed the phone back on the table, breaking our silence. Maybe that's the authority he called. I just closed my eyes tightly and surrendered to everything. So this is where I'll end, huh? Prison?
"You're a Solidad? You don't look like one."
I raised my head at what he said. I felt a slight sting when he said those words. Who would have thought that I was one of the Solidads? Here I am, a scoundrel who associates with them.
"No. I'm not Solidad. T-that's just where I'm staying."
I tried to crack a smile but failed. If before I wasn't sure how I felt, now it's just self-shame. You are pathetic, Cyreese. I caught a faint glimpse of his eyes. He's looking so blank at me now, and I'm still staring at him. Maybe it's disgusting to look at someone like me. I only lost sight of him when a serious-looking man in a black suit approached him.I just looked up and looked at the height of it, and I looked back and forth at the two of them.
"We'll take you home." Lourd said coldly and stood up to leave.
I didn't have time to speak because he had already left and the man who came after him followed him. I can't think straight, and with a blank mind, I stood up and followed them.
When I came out, a black and elegant car was in front of me, the man before me was holding the open door, and inside was the man I had just talked to. I stopped because I had no plans to deliver any more; did I think I would continue to the prison? I can't think straight.
He looked at me darkly and said, "Get in."
With a thousand questions on my mind, I just went in and tried to ignore the nervousness I was feeling. I don't have time to ask questions. The important thing is that I don't stay in prison. I just looked out the window and waited to arrive at the Solidads' house.
I slammed the book I was reading because, no matter what I did, I couldn’t understand it. My mind and my eyes aren't cooperating well. I'm so out of focus, and I hate it. That guy won't leave my mind alone. After he took me to his driver, I still wanted to say thank you, but it seems like he just didn't care who ordered his driver to leave. I don't know if I should be offended about his attitude or I should be just thankful because I'm here and not in prison. I could do nothing but get up from my bed and go out of the room to find something to do.