Wicked fate

We left the restaurant and got back to work. I kept glancing at Samil on the way back to the office, hoping to notice any signs, that he recognized himself as the main character of my story. Yet, that didn't happen. He either decided to keep his poker face despite the facts he knew that I was the one who rescued him, or this event didn't matter to him as much as it used to… or as much as it mattered to me.

I felt upset knowing that the accident which determined my whole life could become irrelevant to him over the years. I imagined that when he would find out the truth, everything would change. Well… something did change. He stopped teasing me, his attitude became colder. I tried to tell myself it was merely my imagination, and that I expected too much from him, but my aching heart didn't want to hear such explanation.

We got back to the office almost without talking to each other. Only Mr. Havet and I engaged ourselves in a meaningless shred of conversation, Samil d