It's good to be back home. Haa~
Yes. I have shamelessly claimed Edgar's place as my own home. And no. I am not ashamed!
I actually don't have to spend two weeks in the hospital. But because of an episode where I shrieked and cried after looking at the bathroom mirror back in the hospital, Edgar requested for my stay to be prolonged. He even made me see a psychiatrist after...
Why? What other reason is there apart from being heartbroken by my own appearance?
It was bad. So bad that I mourned for my face the instant I saw my own reflection. Black eyes, bruised cheeks, and split lips. My handsome face is nowhere to be seen. Remembering Edgar's bruised face after I punch him before, I suddenly realized the cruelty of the world.
The world doesn't love me. They didn't give me the beauty filter in my tattered state as they did Edgar. What did I do to deserve this?! It's only fitting I bawled right then and there, no?
Due to my breakdown, my stay in the hospital was prolonged, and things such as mirrors or anything of the sort were removed from the room...
Right now, the bruises on my face have faded. Give it a few more days or approximately a week, I would be able to return to my otherworldly ethereal appearance. Only this thought can calm me down for now. Apart from my appearance, I have nothing else to my name...
Must. Protect. My. Asset!
It's going to take some time before I can have the cast on my hand removed. All these times, Edgar has been the one assisting and helping me out. He helps me with removing and putting on the clothes. And he also helped bathing me a few times back in the hospital. Don't even mention the cold compresses or massages.
It was awkward at first. But I got used to it over time. Not sure if it's a good or a bad thing. But, I guess, as a man, this much skin exposure between two men is not much to sweat about? At least that's the vibe I'm getting from Edgar. [Insert shoulder shrug jpg here]
Speaking of Edgar, look at him walking over with a glass of water in his hand. Haa~ No matter how many times I saw this view, I just can't get tired of it. It's like I have my own walking eye candy, you know?
Edgar, "What are you daydreaming about now?"
I naturally extend a hand to take the glass from Edgar and took a sip before returning the glass to him. "Nothing much. Just appreciating the feeling of being home."
A small smile bloomed on that handsome face of his. Seems like he's in a rather good mood today. I just peep from the corner of my eyes. I don't know how long I can enjoy this godsend heart fluttering image. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.
Edgar took a seat right next to me on the sofa and extended a hand to gently run his fingers on my hair. The feeling of his warm finger lightly brushing my ear while he was at it surprised me a little. Causing me to squit my eyes and flinch. It tickles!!!
This wasn't the first time he played with my hair and occasionally rub my ears. But I still can't get used to it. He has been doing this the moment he finds my reaction amusing back in the hospital. There might be something wrong with Edgar. His brain injury is more severe than I thought.
Edgar, "Your hair's getting long now. Want to get a haircut tomorrow?"
Hearing his words, I absentmindedly ran my fingers on my hair as well. It is rather long now. It originally wasn't too short so it has grown quite long and the hair at the back of my head has covered my neck entirely. Shaking my head, I replied. "Nah. I want to grow it out."
With his hand still playing with a lock of my hair, he asked, "Did you miss your long hair?"
I suddenly remembered I used to have elbow length straight hair back when I was Dakota. It's not strange for Edgar to ask this question. Hairs are the crown for women. It's our source of confidence and happiness. I admit I might have been influenced by my old habit of daily hair pampering a little. "I do miss them. But..."
Fixing my lamenting expression, I looked into the eye of the man before me. In a serious tone, I said, "I just fancy men with long hair."
"..."
I think I saw Edgar's face twitched a little. "Why are you making funny faces? With my current appearance, I'm sure I can rock the long hair look as if I was born to do so."
With a chuckle, a tousle to my hair followed after. "Yeah. You always look good however you are."
This! Man!
Stop messing up my hair!!!
I swatted that playful hand lightly and extended a hand to pinch Edgar's jaw. His eyes widened a little. Obviously shocked by my sudden retaliation. But he obediently let me turn his head side to side. A little grin can be seen on his face.
After turning it around a few times, I ran my fingers on the short, barely visible stubble around his chin and cheek. I kind of like the sharp feeling of the stubble brushing my hand. It's a little addicting. Focusing my eyes on the lower half of his face, I asked, "Are you planning to grow your beard?"
Edgar took a deep breath before answering. "No. I just haven't shaved yet."
Nodding my head, I returned my focus to Edgar's eyes but I didn't stop my finger from caressing those addicting sharp stubble. "I can't seem to grow facial hair."
Edgar, "Yeah. You've mentioned this back in the hospital."
"I think you'd look good in a short boxed beard."
"..."
"A 3-day stubble might look hot on you too."
"..."
"I'm imagining you with a Santa beard."
"..."
"Fuck, this is starting to turn into a kink."
"..."
*****
Edgar's note to self:
1. Start growing beard.
2. Maybe...start growing out the hair too? Hm...