But whenever I tried to get closer, Mateo fell back like a shadow, always just beyond reach.
That afternoon, after another unproductive day of interviews, I found myself wandering aimlessly through town. My feet unconsciously guided me towards the edge of the forest.
I knew my destination before I consciously decided on it. My heart raced as I approached the forest’s edge.
I hesitated, staring into the approaching darkness. A part of me recognized the danger of venturing into the woods alone. But a stronger urge pushed me forward, compelling me to seek him out once more.
So, I continued.
The path was narrow and barely discernible in the dim light. I had to navigate carefully as I moved deeper into the woods.
The further I went, the more overwhelming the pull became.
Then, I saw him.
He stood at the edge of a small clearing with his back facing me. He didn’t move as I approached. Nor did he acknowledge me. But I knew he was aware of my presence.
“Mateo.”
He stiffened. Slowly, he turned to face me. The intensity of his gaze was almost unbearable.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
“Why not?” I asked, stepping closer. “What are you afraid of?”
His jaw tightened as he stared off into the trees. “You don’t understand, Laura. This isn’t a game. There are things in this town… things in me… that you don’t want to be involved with.”
“I’m already involved,” I retorted frustratedly. “I see how people protect you. They know something. And I’m determined to uncover it… with or without your help.”
Mateo’s gaze flared with a mixture of fear, anger, and something I couldn’t name. “You don’t know what you’re asking for. You have no idea what’s at stake.”
“Then tell me,” I demanded. “What’s happening? Why do you keep disappearing? Why is everyone so scared? Help me understand.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?” I whispered, stepping closer, feeling the warmth radiating from him.
“Because I’m trying to protect you,” he growled. “I’m trying to keep you safe, but you’re making it impossible.”
I reached out, my fingers brushing his arm. The contact sent a jolt through me, and I saw him flinch as if the touch burned him. But he didn’t pull away.
“I don’t need protection,” I said softly. “I need the truth.”
Mateo’s eyes searched mine as if weighing his options. The world seemed to stand still, the air between us charged with tension.