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(Nogla's POV)
That day was my birthday. I walked out of my job building, leaving Lui behind. We were avoiding each other from that accident with Evan. I wanted to apologize to him, but I always chicken out before even trying it. I knew I wasn't behaving the best that day, but I was angry over my own stupidity, and he asking more and more just wasn't helping.

I knew I should have said something to him, anything. I had a feeling that too many secrets were built between us with no ticket back. But I couldn't tell him. That I knew this whole time who Delirious is, that I wanted to use Evan for Delirious to kill Ryan, that I fucked up.

I sighed. This year was the first year without Lui congratulating me. Not even a single word. And the worst thing was that it hurt so much. I knew I shouldn't have love him this whole time, but you can't help who you love.

I tried to redirect my mind to my target. I was looking for Delirious. I knew I have to find him eventually, and the fact that I wasn't distracted by anything, not even a job, when Greg commanded me to find Evan again, I got plenty of time.

To my own surprise I saw him walking towards some house. I went to him with innocent smile on my face.

"Hi there," I greeted him.

He looked at me without any expression. I got to admit he was really good.

"What do you need, agent?" He stopped walking, waiting for my answer.

"You know what I want. You have Evan, haven't you?"

"You have to look somewhere else. I don't know what are you talking about, and most importantly who is Evan?"

I pinned him to the wall, silently growling.

"Listen here, mate. I know ya fucked me up with Lui. But now yer gonna kill that fucker we told ya about. If not then I'm gonna hunt ya down, tellin' everyone how ya look, savin' Evan, draggin' ya to the prison. And most importantly yer friend Tyler is gonna pay for every kill ya have done. Every single one of them. So don't even think about killin' me. Here are informations about Ryan. Do yer job as quickly as possible."

I didn't wait for his response, walking away from him. I felt great. Firstly I showed him that I wasn't afraid of him, secondly I showed him that it's not good mess with me.

I showed him!

I was on my way to my car, when my phone buzzed. I answer it immediately, forgot to look who called.

"David, hi. I'm sorry to disturb you, but we need your help back at the work." I recognized Mike, voice of my colleague.

"Sure, I'm on my way."

I hung up right after my words, walking to my car. I arrived at that place within ten minutes. I got off the car, walking inside. The whole second floor of the building was empty. It was more then concerning.

I spotted Mike smiling at me near the boss office.

"What's going on?" I asked, when I get to him.

"Let's have a quick word inside," he informed me, and I just nodded.

I walked inside the dark room. Within few second light turned on, and I saw my colleagues and big note: happy birthday. I was touched by whole this.

"Surprise," they all shouted.

"Thank you all so much!" I said with grin on my face.

"Blow the candles, quickly!"

I did what they asked me for. I blew with the wish.

I wish me and Lui were together.

It was then I noticed Lui wasn't within the crowd in the room, which hurt me. I walked to Mike.

"Where's Lui?" I asked.

"Oh Lui is home. He said he had too much work. But he wish you happy birthday."

I frowned, unsatisfied.

He has never missed my birthday party, and now he excuse himself that he doesn't have time for me? Bullshite!

I decided to pay him quick visit after few hours of celebrating with my co-workers . It wasn't like I was angry he didn't wished me happy birthday, but the fact he completely avoided me on my day. He had to knew I had a birthday.

I arrived to his place in the late night. I knew I should have called him that I was on my way to him, but I knew he would have said some excuses. I knew him well. I knocked on his door and waited. He opened the door fully sleepy. We were silent for a few seconds.

"Hi," I said to somehow start the conversation.

"Hi, what are you doing here?" He asked slowly.

"Can I come in?"

"I... sure." He stepped aside so I could have walked in.

Walking to the living room I noticed again so many newspapers about Delirious, as well as big board with details about him on the wall. I knew he was trying to find him, but sometimes I felt he was insane, obsessed with him. Truth to be told I would look everywhere for the one who would kill someone I loved, but I wasn't sure if killing the hitman is the right option.

"What do you want to drink?" He asked, when I sit down.

Courage, David!

"Nothing, sit please," I tapped on the sofa next to me, and he did what I asked him for.

"I came here to apologize," I started.

"For what?"

"That I wasn't really talkative the day I barged into yer house. I'm sorry, truly. And I know I keep secrets from ya, but that's not slowing us down. We're still partners, I hope so at least, ya can trust me, and I can trust ya. And these past few days were horrible for me when we were avoiding each other," I continued my long speech.

"No, it's ok. I was just angry that we're partners, and you started to mix work and personal life. You faked your illness for your own needs, you worked on something else in your shift, don't think I didn't notice. And maybe I was angry that you don't think I'm suitable friend to tell me anything that is bothering you."

I slowly smiled.

"The problem is half solved. It was all about that bully and my friend. I promise it won't get in the way of my job and we can talk as we talked before."

He looked at me, nodding his head.

"That sounds fair. By the way happy birthday. I'm sorry that I wasn't there to congratulate you."

"No worries. What are you working on?" I said cheerfully.

"What do you think?" He replied with sigh.

Looking for Delirious, of course.

There was longer silence between us, when we both was thinking about something.

"It's your birthday, don't you have anything better to do then be here?" He asked.

At that moment my courage took over me and I wasn't even controlling what I was saying.

"I have," I replied.

"Then go do it."

"I'm afraid of rejection," I stated, feeling my fast beating heart.

"Fuck the rejection. Go do what is filling your heart with pleasure. I can be here on my own, I'm grown up man."

I listened to his words. I moved myself closer to him, leaning to his face, and finally after so damn long years I pressed my lips to his.