"I knew I'd find you in here." Her head turned, though she didn't need to look. She knew it was him already. She gave a slight shrug, taking care not to meet his eyes. He walked up to her.
"Beka, I..." his voice failed. She wanted to look at him, but couldn't. Was this it? Like two ships passing each other in the night, unable of contact? So near, yet so far away. She didn't reply, and he didn't continue. He sat down next to her, staring into the night. It took her a few minutes, but she did get used to it. She wasn't sure when, but somehow he'd become a natural part of her life. In such a short time. She wasn't so sure anymore. Had it all gone to waste?
They'd probably been sitting there for nearly half an hour when he spoke again.
"I owe you an apology," he said. A flash of pain hit her. She knew she'd done wrong too, but her reply stuck in her throat like a rock. She could almost feel it fall back into her chest, and wouldn't have been surprised to hear a thud. Dylan looked at her, hoping for a reply. There wasn't one. "I should have listened to you," he said, "right from the beginning. You were right." Beka shook her head.
"I shouldn't have said those things," she said, "it's just...I hardly know you. How can I possibly trust you with all their lives?" Dylan glanced at her.
"What about your life Beka?" She shrugged, and he propped up his head resting on his elbow. "What happened Beka? We're always the way we are for a reason. Why can't you trust me?" She gave him an inquisitive look.
"A minute ago it sounded like you came here to apologise," she said quietly. "Did you just do it so we could talk about me? If that's the way, you might as well leave." Dylan sighed.
"I'm sorry," he said. "It's just...if you can't trust me, this isn't going to work. I might have made a mistake this time, but we can't argue everytime I make a decision." She looked at him.
"I'm sorry Dylan. It's not you. It's...I don't trust anybody. But I promise you I won't interfere with you on command again." He shook his head.
"Beka...I want to know why. Why you can't trust people. It might be something we can work out." She gave a small giggle.
"I'm not ready to talk about that now," she said softly. "But thanks for offering." He smiled at her and stood up.
"You know where I am," he stated and pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. As he walked out Beka turned back to the night.
The ships were still passing, but it didn't seem impossible anymore.
The End