Love has no errors, for all errors are the want for love.
by William Law

For some unexplained reason, that right there was perfect. That very moment. That very time. Kiana wished more than anything for this period to last but then again, it was only a wish.

He knew he wanted her the moment his lips collided with hers and his heart thumped so loudly that he felt he could collapse any moment. Kiana was perfect. She was perfect for him. He thought he had gotten over the feelings he had for her in the past, but it turned out, he never really did. Somehow, they built up and when they met years later, it just grew firmer. Her lips were soft. He didn't want to stop. They didn't want to stop. Taking a slight break from the kiss, his forehead rested on hers, as their eyes remained slightly shut. His fingers gently and softly caressed her cheek. He had a lot to say. He wanted to say a lot. He felt overwhelmed by emotions, nothing like ever before, so he gave his first shot at speaking.

"I..." He started, his voice sounding a bit rough and shaky. The present excitement took a great toll on his entire functioning system.

Kiana waited patiently to hear what he had to say, as her arms remained around his waist. She barely looked him in the eyes. She barely even opened her eyes, too scared that this might all be a dream. A beautiful and wonderful dream that should never end.

"I..." As he attempted once more to state out his feelings, an unpleasant memory from his past, back in high school, when he actually gathered enough courage to confess his feelings to her, but was turned down. Later on, he was left with almost the entire school laughing at him. Their laughter sounded so real as it echoed in his ears, as well as his head, over and over again causing him to slightly furrow his brows and eventually, he withdrew his head away from hers.

Kiana felt something was wrong, especially with the way he leaned his head backwards away from her, so she opened her eyes. As she looked up to him, a little confused and disappointed, all she could see was him staring back down at her. The expression on his face was quite unreadable.

Enrico knew what was happening. His fears had taken over. His fear of being the only one in love. A one-sided love. The question of what if she didn't see him the same way as he did with her? What if he was in for another heartbreak? What if the kiss right there was just all a trick of him having taken her by surprise? So many what ifs that it scared him. He had been through a heartbreak earlier. He didn't know if he'll be able to take it one more time. Somehow, he'll just have to protect his heart.

She watched as his hand slowly left her face and eventually fell to his side. At first, all that took over was confusion as to why he was suddenly looking like a zombie, but when his other hand left her waist and fell to his side, disappointment eventually crept its way up. She couldn't understand a thing. He was definitely at the verge of saying something to her, but everything had suddenly changed. She watched as he lowered his eyes away from hers, as he took a few steps backward, also burying a hand into the pocket of his trouser.

She pictured herself taking bold steps to catch up with him and demand he give an explanation for giving her such a splendid kiss and suddenly back away, but that was all she could do, picture that scene. Imagine herself doing that, but in reality, she didn't. Even if she made up her mind to do so, what would be her actual driving force? Why would she want what just happened a few moments ago, to continue? The real truth was that Enrico just did what she should have done, yet she stayed. She accepted his kiss and a deep part of her was ready to believe something much wonderful and beautiful existed behind that kiss. Was she wrong? What's wrong with her?

"I..." He started, once more looking anywhere else but at her. Her eyes remained on him, a part of her still wishing for a fairy-tale.

"... It's... It's getting late so... I'll just head upstairs... Goodnight." He managed to comment, amidst a few stuttering. He knew his voice didn't sound firm or affirmative, but he just kept going. He didn't want to take another look at her. Looking at her might cause him to give in, so he turned away from her and began making his way towards the stairs.

Kiana couldn't look away. Her eyes followed his every step up the stairs, a part of her still hoping and wishing he could make one last turn and probably explain what all this was about, but he didn't. He walked right into his room and shut the door afterwards. Eventually, she forced herself to look away and only until when she shut her eyes for a moment and tears trickled down her cheeks, did she realise her eyes had gotten teary all this while. Opening them once more, she wiped the tears off her cheeks and sniffed, wondering why she was crying in the first place. She convinced herself of the fact that Enrico was doing the right thing. She, on the other hand, seemed to have lost it. Hoping for something that isn't possible. She shook her head at any other thought before venturing further towards the kitchen. She needed to set things in order before heading to her room.

* * *

He rolled to the other side of his bed for the third time, then shut his eyes, trying his best to force himself to get some sleep, but his efforts only grew futile. He opened his eyes before turning to lie flat on his back. As he stared at the ceiling in the dark room, Enrico let out a tiresome sigh.

Am I doing the right thing?

He couldn't help but ask himself the one very important question. Was he doing the right thing by keeping silent about his feelings or was he plainly being selfish? But then again, there was no law that states he must confess his feelings. Kiana didn't like him in the past the way he wanted, there was no guarantee there would be a difference now. Yes. Yes, he was scared of getting his heart broken once more, but that was it. Fear. After all, he's human as well.

He did the right thing, right? But it didn't seem so, seeing how he was restless and unable to sleep.

What if she's fallen for you the same way as you did?

Another question popped in his mind. The possibility of that made him sit up on his bed. Hope filling the void within. But what if? It still boiled down to what if. Was that a risk he was willing to take? Perhaps... it was and with that thought, Enrico quickly picked up his glasses from the side table, then got off his bed, put on his slippers and made his way out of the room.

* * *

She let out another sigh while seated up on the bed with her back resting on the headboard. Her mind was so occupied that she just couldn't fall asleep. A lot of unanswered questions and the urge to find a reply. She stared down at the wristwatch in her hands, the one Enrico had gifted her. Recollecting all that happened that night, Kiana couldn't help admitting once more of how perfect it all seemed. For a while then, she truly believed that was her reality and that reality didn't feel bad at all. In fact, deep down, she wanted that to be her reality.

He truly showed her that he hadn't forgotten much about her. He remembered even the details she had forgotten. He cared for her. He kissed her and she hadn't objected. Why didn't she object? Why was she sad seeing him walk away? Kiana knew she needed answers and if she didn't have them, she wouldn't be able to sleep, so she quickly got off the bed and hastened her pace towards the door.

He doesn't know anything about you or what really happened years ago. Imagine what he would go through when the truth's out... He'll be devastated.

Giulia's exact words, from earlier that day, rang in her head causing her to halt on the idea of taking hold of the door knob. It was hard to admit, but Giulia was right. For a while, Kiana had forgotten about the past and its existence. She had forgotten what she did and how true Giulia was.

Slowly, she withdrew her hand and let it fall back to her side. Until the truth is out, she'll never be truly free. She would always live in the fear of hurting him. It wasn't as if telling him the truth hadn't crossed her mind several times. It actually had, but she never got past thinking about it. These past years, she never thought much about it because all her belief was that he would never be unfortunate as to meet her again, but obviously, fate had other plans. She didn't think much of it when she started working for him and he was a little tough on her, but now, something had changed. Guilt ate her up from within. She knew someday, he would have to find out the truth, but a part of her didn't want that. She wouldn't be able to bear the look on his face, in his eyes. It would break her heart. Yes, she was being a coward about revealing the truth.

Kiana rested her head on the door feeling so pathetic and sorry for herself. Tears gathered her eyes once more.

* * *

Enrico hastened his pace towards her room and when he finally stood in front of the door, he took in a deep breath and got ready to place a knock.

Are you sure you want to do this?

His subconscious asked once more causing him to stop halfway on his idea. The question itself rang in his head. Was he ready to accept a possibility of a no from her? Was his heart ready to go through the horrendous heartbreak process once again? These questions and many more were the ones he didn't have an honest reply to.

His hand fell back to his side as weakness took over him. Perhaps, he was being a coward by not getting ready to take the hit like a man, but that was a road he had been down before. Taking a look back, it hadn't been easy. He could recall the sleepless nights, the bitterness in his heart, the silent and unending cries and so much more. Perhaps, just perhaps, he wasn't ready to go down that road again.

He drew closer to the door and gently rested his forehead on it, a deep part of him hoping there could be some kind of telepathic communication between him and her. A way he could let her know of his fears without actually talking, hurting himself or even putting her in a confused state. If only.

"I'm sorry." He apologized in a whisper. The apology itself was directed to her and himself as well. He could only pray and hope something happens in the near future that gives him the courage needed to speak the entire truth about his feelings. He could only pray.

* * *

By morning, Kiana had done her normal routine before rushing back to her room to get her handbag and shoes to quickly leave, before Enrico woke up. She wore her handbag over her shoulder before picking her brand new wristwatch from the bedside table, where she had left it. She stared at it for a moment while a simple smile played on her face, before she quickly put it on. She picked up her shoes and hurried out of the room, gently shutting the door afterwards. Without taking a look left or right, she hastened her pace towards the main exit.

"Sneaking again." Enrico's voice came through, causing her to come to an immediate halt. She stood frozen upon having heard his voice. She just couldn't turn and face him, that was the main reason she attempted to leave early without his knowledge. She needed to avoid any awkwardness, but it seemed nothing was going her way.

Enrico took a deep breath from where he stood on a staircase all dressed up and ready for work. He was going to need all the energy he can get to get through the day. He didn't want her feeling awkward or anything of that sort. If anything else, he shouldn't have kissed her in the first place. Now, she was probably in a state she didn't like one bit. He made his way down the stairs and up to her. Standing by her side, he took one look at her. She, on the other hand, barely took a look at him.

"You do know that I'm not a heavy sleeper and that I hear the sounds you make every morning before you leave, right?" He asked, trying his best to return everything to normal, for her to forget the kiss and not feel obligated to him or anything of that sort.

Quite not expecting that very question in particular and him sounding normal, like nothing out of the ordinary happened between them last night, Kiana was forced to shift her gaze to him. He noticed the look on her face, in her eyes, before he quickly looked elsewhere.

"I just pretend not to hear a thing." He added and without wasting a second more so the atmosphere doesn't get any more awkward than it already is, Enrico ventured further.

"Come on, let's go. Time's not on our side." He told her, as he walked directly towards the exit without taking one look at her.

As she watched him go, Kiana couldn't help but furrow her brows at his strange behaviour. He was acting as if everything was okay, where in reality, it really wasn't. He did kiss her and no matter what happened, that fact wasn't going to change, especially as she just couldn't stop thinking about it. Nevertheless, she followed suit behind him.

The ride towards the office was awkward for both parties. Silence was the order of the moment. Each of them took turns glancing at each other and also pretending they weren't actually doing that. Kiana felt frustrated at the fact that he wouldn't say anything about last night, but at the same time also felt, perhaps, things were better this way. Two or three more days without bringing the topic up and the incident would eventually disappear from history.

The ride up the elevator was also in silence, although they weren't the only ones in. Kiana followed behind him out of the elevator but they were heading in the same direction. They only went their separate ways when Enrico walked right into his office, shutting the door afterwards and Kiana slumped on her seat. She let out a loud sigh as she threw her head backwards and stared at the ceiling. The day had barely begun and she was already feeling exhausted. She shut her eyes for a moment, hoping and praying that eventually, everything would work out somehow.