William Shakespeare: Sonnet 18

Chapter 9

Chapter 9. But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

'Hey, are you Mr. Hemsworth?' Chris held the file in his hand, asked another Chris, who was looking out of the window, having something on his mind.

'Yes, I am.' Chris H stood up, and followed Chris E to a small, tidy office.

'So, your ex-girlfriend Sarah Johnson, who listed you as her emergency contact person, attacked Tom Hiddleston, splashing him with boiled coffee that caused first-degree burn; we might only charge her for causing physical damage to others, but the victim Mr. Hiddleston didn't give any respond or gave the intense in charging her, so if you would sign here,' Chris E pointed at the right corner of the paper in the file and said. 'She will be good to go, but if she is charged, you won't be able to sign her out.'

Chris sat for a while, until the captain in the office thought that the file was going to burn.

'What if I don't want to sign this?' Mr. Hemsworth finally looked up, asking the policeman calmly.

It has been few days since Tom leaving the hospital and disappear. Chris was worried and almost gone crazy, but he couldn't do anything—he wasn't close to Tom, he didn't even know his address!

But Tom's sister and his best friend assured him that Tom is fine, and he could go back home, worried and tired.
He thought a lot in those sleepless night; about Tom, Sarah and himself. It seemed like they formed a tragic triangle love; but than he realized Tom loves him, maybe, or at least, care about him more than himself; he didn't charge Sarah because he thought Chris still loves her; but it only hurts Chris even more. He didn't knew he was so beautiful that Chris must look at him with care, or he would break.

But now, his once lover hurt the person now he slowly fall in love with; Sarah who once had his love turned into anger and madness when she lost it, and Tom turned into protection and silence when Chris once lover hurt him.

Like a child who wants to protect a kitten who was left on street: talking soft and kindly to it, but it would scratch his hand, drawing blood.

Was it his fault that hurt the three of them, which was used to only hurt him and Sarah, not Tom who was never involved?

'That would be a problem, then.' Chris E went silence for a few seconds, and said slowly. 'Then she would have to stay here for a little longer, and honestly, my darling at home would be jealous if she have to drink coffee with me here longer.'

Chris H looked out at the window again, and said, 'That would be better for us. She has lost her mind.'

Chris E patted Chris H's shoulder knowingly, and leaved Chris in his office with some words,
'Chris, think of those who would not want to see this happen. Time can heal physical time, but the emotional pain needs love to fill the big, empty hole in the heart. Think of that.'
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Tom was fighting with his bandage and medicines.

It was hard to change the bandages, and he had to bite his lips every time he wrap his hands.

His palm would burn every time he holds something, and he couldn't even use a pen to correct his students' works.

But the toughest thing is: he couldn't do anything, and he was bored to death.

But he was a lot better, actually. Days of not seeing people have calmed his mind, and could start thinking things without too many emotions.

Plus, now he got a bunch of time to watch those adorable puppies and kittens video to laugh for a bit.

And when he was about to wrap bandage around his still reddish skin on the chest, the door bell rung.

'Sebby? Wait a minute, can you help me to wrap the bandage later? I can't wrap it correctly every time--'

Tom opened the door, and saw a bolder and taller body. Hmm, it's not the shorter Sebastian he know?

'Chris?'
'You won't mind if it's me?' Chris asked tensely, preparing to run anytime if Tom says 'Yes'.

'Oh Chris,' Tom smiled, acting a lot calmer than Chris. 'Of course I wouldn't mind if you pay a lovely little visit. Please, come in.'

Chris followed Tom in, and couldn't move his eyes from Tom's pale back.

Tom raised a pile of bandage Chris, and asked if he could help him to wrap the wound.

Chris used those bandage to wrap Tom's chest; he used those bandage that was white and clean as snow to wrap his angel, but his angel, even with the reddish skin, shown in the setting sunshine.

They spent time sitting on the couch, quietly; their thigh were touching each others their fingers touched each others, but no one moved.

When Chris looked into Tom's gentle, happy eyes, he saw his own eyes in them.

Even if his angel's wings were ripped, he could still fly higher than any other; forever after.