Sleep claimed me, heart still racing from mixed emotions. Tomorrow's possibilities danced in my subconscious – his smile, piercing eyes, and gentle touch haunted my dreams. Meanwhile, his text thread remained open on my phone, final message unread: 'Sweet dreams, clumsy knees.'
Morning sunlight crept in – tomorrow had arrived. I got ready and went to work, scared that I had to face him.
I had a hectic day, hence I just forgot about him – He was nowhere near me; it felt like yesterday was a dream.
I stopped bothering myself and I went on coffee break, as I was heading back my hand got cut when I brushed it against the wall.
Blood welled from my cut, so I rushed to the break room sink, turning on cold water.
Just as I was wrapping a paper towel around the cut, a familiar voice behind said, "Again with the accidents, beautiful?", I froze. He appeared beside me, concern etched on his face, he carefully unwrapped my makeshift bandage to inspect the cut.
I pulled back, something about his presence brings warmth to me but also fear. I dismissed him rudely and I said to leave me alone and not crowd me and not to stalk me and to give me my space. His expression turned hurt, but he respected my boundaries – for now. He released my hand slowly, backed away with palms up in surrender;
"Space granted... for now."he bellowed.
He turned to leave, but paused at the break room door, voice low and gentle despite my harsh words: "Band-Aids are on the counter. Hope your finger heals faster than your heart's walls." He replied and left.
I felt sorry for my rudeness, but work was on my mind – everything blurred. I focused on my deadlines. As the day ended, I walked towards the parking lot,...