INMARCESIBLE

INMARCESIBLE - 23

"Sometimes I scare myself with the notion that says 'I need you'. So, you should know, no matter what, I can't really let you go." Eric, who was sitting on a steel stool beside my bed in the school infirmary, was sprouting nonsense again.

"......Are you confessing to me?" I mouthed with a roll of my eyes.

"Haha... is that what it sounded like? Well No. I don't hold any romantic feelings towards you Phina, but I'd crawl through hell and fight against Heaven if it meant I could keep you." He winked at me in a smug manner, "Just thought you should know."

I stared at the guy with a dumbfounded expression, bellowing inside my head, 'If that is not a confession, then what else is it!?'

This guy had been sprouting such nonsense since the last two days. Every afternoon, during recess period he would walk into the infirmary with that standoffish regal aura of his, and will sprout loads of nonsense while wasting both our times.

At first, his words, really had me stupefied to say the least. I even doubted if he was on weeds for a moment. But now, surprisingly so, I seem to have gotten used to his staggering vocabulary.

"You do one thing Shakespeare, why don't you write a book about all the things you want to say to me, I am confident that I can sell your merchandise at a very high price, if you know what I mean." I grumbled with a huff. I don't know why, he was getting annoying by the day.

"I'm hurt Phina. How could you say that to a man who is appreciating your very existence!" He exclaimed in a dramatic tone, and at this point, I really wanted to hit him.

"(Sigh!) Don't you have anything better to do, Warnard? Why are you here again?"

"I see you're a very ungrateful person. A person has come to take care of a sick you, but you are unappreciative enough to rudely brush him off." Eric lamented a sigh. At times like these, I really didn't know how to handle this guy.

"Oh, thought you'd be here, Mr. Warnard." The doctor of the infirmary chimed into our nonsense of a conversation with a smile, "I heard your father is making a visit to the school today. Principal Headly had asked for you to be present in the announcement hall this afternoon."

".....Ah! Is that so." Eric's voice was that of a very indifferent individual.

Not only I, even the infirmary doctor felt his coldness, "....So... are you going to go?"

He passed the doctor a nonchalant look and turned back to me as if he didn't hear the doctor at all.

That was Eric Warnard for you. It didn't matter if you were a noble or a peasant, if you were deemed useless in his eyes, he will ignore you with every atom of his being.

"So, where was I?" He wanted to continue with his mushy rubbish, and I didn't.

"Aren't you gonna meet your Dad?" I enquired with a raised brow. Honestly, I just wanted him out of my hair by bringing out his father. But the wilted look on his face when I mentioned his father, abruptly got me curious in what kind of creature his dad was. Eric had always been a detached apathetic individual when it came to living things in particular. Except for his family maybe, so the look of sordid distaste on his face was a rare occasion, if you ask me.

"Now that we are on the topic about your dad, he is from the central board of administration of Verona High, is he not?" I brooded, "Is he here because of... 'that'?" By 'that', I meant, the murder of Dilylah Adwell. He was Eric's dad. If Eric knew of Dilylah Adwell's death, then his father must know about it too.

"You don't have to fret over matters that do not concern you. Just concentrate on getting well soon. That would do plenty of good to many around you." Eric, like always, brushed me off when he came across an unpleasant question.