It has been seven days now since I have been admitted to the hospital, and I haven't heard a word from Edward. It was just like what I saw on that day was a dream, like he wasn't the one that saved me, or brought me here. He didn't even bother to give me a call to ask how I was doing, not to talk of paying me a visit. I knew he wasn't entitled to it as he had already tried enough by saving me, but to me that was the main reason why he should check up on me.
I became addicted to the show he was cast in, and every night, I would stay up just to watch him on TV. His unworldly face, refined movement as he separated the ingredients, the way he would look so serious when he separated the bones from the fish and everything, just everything at all.
He would always nag about how the vegetables wasn't fresh enough or how it was too fresh, or how the fish was too frozen, and even go as far as make a big deal about the structure of the cabinet. I would laugh, frown and even make faces at the TV, like we weren't kilometers apart, and he was there with me.
I even wondered if he lost my number, because why didn't he call me? Or does he not care about me? Am I the one overthinking things? I groaned in frustration as I buried my head under the duvet.
I have healed over the past couple of days, and now I can move and sleep on my side, but my movements was still restricted to my bed and I couldn't walk yet, but the doctor said I was making fast progress.
I knew I should be happy about it, but I couldn't bring myself to be as all that occupied my mind was Edward and I found that I have been thinking of him more these days and wanted to see him so badly. Even I do not know the reason why.
I traced the nightstand with my hands and pulled out my phone from one of the drawers. My mom had kept it there, when she thought I wasn't watching, with the excuse that I wouldn't have enough rest if I had it with me. As reasonable as that sounds, it was funny that she that would actually hide such within my reach.
I scrolled through my contact list, something that has become my usual routine and stopped when I got to Edward's number. I was hesitant to dial it because what if he makes fun of me? Or he thinks I like him? Or he teases me about it? No no no. And then the debate, the phase before giving up.
I was about to put my phone back when it vibrated and was stunned when I saw who the caller was. I immediately cleared my throat before bringing the phone to my ears.
"Hi?" I realized my voice sounded too excited and decided to tone it down. "I mean why are you calling me" i was as excited as a kid given candy that I could swear my injury was the only thing keeping me from jumping right then and there.
"Ooh well since you don't want to talk to me then there is nothing I can do about it. I guess it's a goodnight then".
"Wait wait don't hang up yet" I hastily stopped him and realized I was too hasty. Nevertheless, now wasn't the time to be worried about that, so I sucked in my pride and said what was on my mind.
"Why didn't you call me all these days?" I whined as I stuck out my tongue.
"Sorry"
That was all he said. I was surprised by his response as I had expected him to tease me or a make fun of me, anything but feeling remorseful but then again I realized I should be mad. Sorry that I wasn't important or sorry that I wasn't worth his time?
I suddenly became furious and didn't want to talk to him anymore. I knew I was being unreasonable, but I couldn't help it. Even I couldn't remember, when I started being like this too.
"Oh OK bye." I replied bluntly and was about to hang up when he stopped me.
"Wait you're mad at me?" He must have sensed the change in my voice, well at least he still has a bit of sense. I thought as I smirked.
"No" I answered then hung up the phone.
My phone rang multiple times after, but I didn't pick it up and instead pushed it back inside the drawer before burying my head under the duvet. I poked out my head to laugh to myself, and I started laughing so hard that I was sure if anyone was around, they would probably think I have gone insane.
Suddenly, my eyes swept past the couch not too far away from my bed, and I was taken aback when I saw a bunch of sunflowers lying on it. I remembered checking that particular place earlier, and I was sure it wasn't there before, so it must have been placed there while I was in the middle of a phone call.
It has always been like that, a new set of flowers every day from my mystery admirer. Rationally, I knew I was supposed to throw it away, but I couldn't bring myself to, so I stood up and picked it up before arranging it neatly inside the flower pot my mom got for me.
It has been a week since I have last taken my bath as I was told to keep my injuries away from water and the other precautions I didn't bother to listen to, and I was sure my parents would flare up if they knew I have been walking secretly without being completely healed, but it wasn't my fault as I simply could not bear to keep lying on the bed doing nothing.
Picking up the novel I have grown addicted to over the days, I walked towards the balcony to read. When I started feeling sleepy, I shut the book and looked out the glass window. Watching the skies had also become one of my newest hobbies, and I was loving every minute of it.
I heard a loud commotion going on outside, and I hurriedly jumped on the bed and pretended to be asleep. The door opened, and I heard someone walked in with extremely light footsteps.
I felt the person lean in on me and I knew immediately who it was when I smelled his fragrance. My heart started pounding loudly in my chest and I wondered how it hasn't managed to jump out yet.
"Hey sleepy head he called as he flicked my forehead. I shifted to my side, before pretending to have just woken up.
"Who oh my God Marcus what are you doing here?" I feigned shock and tried to sit up, but suddenly he reached out and supported my back with his hands, helping me get up.
"Be careful, you'll hurt yourself" I was amazed by his gesture and stared at him in a daze. Our eyes locked for what felt like forever before I finally broke the silence.
Clearing my throat, I shifted uncomfortably, and he removed his hands from my back
"Actually I have been bringing" He pointed at the sunflowers "These, and wondered if it was well-received, so I decided to check" he tucked a loose strand behind my hair, and I was at loss of what to do. "I see you have been liking those" He smiled, and it revealed his deep dimples that only made his face seem more captivating. However, I managed to look away just in time, and coughed awkwardly as I wondered whether he was actually here to seduce me.
Everything seems to make sense now. Apart from Lisa, none of my friends knew I loved sunflowers, and he is the only one I have told that. But what was with the 'anonymous lover' he writes on the card. Was he actually pursuing me? I knew I was very slow when it came to relationships and feelings and all these months I haven't been able to figure out what Marcus real intentions were. But now that I came to think of it, it all started to make sense. From telling me he has a crush on me to forcing me to have lunch with him, to the 'anonymous lover' decorating my locker and asking me out in a letter. It had all been him. I suddenly became silent as I was out of words and did not know what to say. "But Marcus I do not…" "Since you like it, I will have it sent to you next time in large quantities." He interrupted me before I could even complete the sentence. After saying his piece, he stood up to leave, but I felt the need to let him know that I do not have real feelings for him and do not want to take advantage of his feelings for me and when I was about to talk, he stopped me once again before the words even managed to get out of my throat.
"I do not mind waiting for you, be it a year two or a decade. But am sure you will finally be mine. That I promise" with that, he opened the door and walked out, leaving me lost, in my emotions.