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How will I ever start to ask for his forgiveness? I'm sure he just hates me by now. If he wanted to kill me for real this time, I wouldn't blame him. Even I want me dead, and that's saying something.

"That poor soul," Carlos speaks from behind me, "you do know he's obsessed with you, right?"

I shake my head. No, I did not know that. After today's events he'd have nightmares just thinking of me.

"You want some coffee?" I ask to avoid talking to him any longer.

"No, thank you, I'm caffeine intolerant," he says wittily. I smirk when I remember he drank coffee at the airport and he seems to remember that too so he adds, "I forget sometimes."

"Then I'll get us some water," I say, walking back to look for the vending machine. On my way back with three cold water bottles, my phone vibrates in my hand and I unlock to see missed calls and text messages from Daniel. I give him a call back.

"Hey Dan-"

"Where are you?"

"I'm.. " Do I tell him?