Priscilla POV;

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 sick being a subject of pity and ruth through out the day” He added.

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 tought.

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 you for doing so”

“It wasn’t about being think less of, It never was. You wouldn’t understand! “

“But I do” I replied softly

“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” I replied in an hushed tone.

At that I got a reaction

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

“I lost my Dad two yrs ago in an auto accident.” I continued

“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 tought 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 thing 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 grieve, circled my block many times before sleep. I realized I was plunging myself into a sea of depression. I was messing up my mental health, where I might never come back.” I continued

He stopped all of a sudden.

“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 was the one getting ahead of myself.

I continued walking in silence.

He cleared his throat.

“Pardon me, I should have aired my toughts better” He said softly “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”

I nodded “It’s fine, I understand” I replied

“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 tought. It was the silliest think I could think of. It would ruin whatever I could ever have with him if he realized the stupid antic I pulled.

We stopped a safe distance from 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 good 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” he replied “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.