I could hear Rosa sputtering behind us, frantically trying to salvage the moment. "Axel, baby, I…I didn't mean to! You know how I get when I'm emotional! I was just… I was just trying to protect you!"
He didn't look back. Neither did I.
I followed him without hesitation, my body still aching, but I barely noticed. He was taking me to my room. To talk. To finally give me the chance I had been praying for.
Rosa's footsteps pounded against the floor as she ran after us. "Axel, mi amor, wait! Please, I didn't mean it! You know I love you."
We reached my door. I stepped inside first.
Axel hesitated at the threshold. He looked guilty. So, so guilty. He wouldn't meet my eyes.
Rosa tried to follow us in, her hands reaching for him. "Axel, let's just talk about this…"
I turned.
Met her wide, desperate eyes. And then I grabbed the door.
For the first time in a long time, I smiled. It was a slow victorious smirk.
And I slammed the door right in her face.
