Don't Get Away From Me

47|Not Like That

[Edgar's pov]

Geez.

My head was dizzy and heavy as hell and my body was trembling with sweats. I opened my eyes and sat up from my bed, "What has happened...ugh..." I put my hand on my forehead. Shit. I was burning up so bad.

Yesterday I ran back home in the rain and felt like a damn goat. The rest of that day, I watched a few tragedy-based dramas and stayed at home painting my nails. I did shower, but it was a cold one right after I got back to home, to freshen myself up. I simply wore a t-shirt and turned on the fan. Sleeping at midnight, I was too burnt out to do anything and I laid in the bed. The window in my bedroom was wide opened. It was still raining even after I woke up. Maybe that's when I caught a cold.

Beep beep.

I took out the thermometer from my mouth. 40 degree Celsius? I sighed and scolded at myself mentally. Great job Edgar. You just get yourself a fever 2 days after you leave the hospital, you asshole.

Maybe I'll just stay at home...Rolling my eyes, I grabbed a cup and poured some hot water and honey into it. I hope Bea didn't give me anything involve parasite this time. I used a spoon to stir it and took a sip of it. Okay at least it tastes normal.

My face was still burning hot. I went to the bathroom and splashed some water on my face for a few times to freshen myself up. The mirror reflected my annoyed face. I don't have any medicine...I couldn't really just stay at home for the next few days if I kept up like this. Geez, I don't even know if Colette want to see me in the gift shop.

Colette...

The sudden flashback of yesterday came back again. The terror in her eyes wasn't something to ignore to. Whatever, I turned on my phone and started finding a new book to read. I wonder if I'll be like this if she never happened. I chose to go back upstairs to use my phone. When I opened the door, my eyes casually flew back to the painting. The painting that Colette drew on the wall, a rabbit and a cat. Looking at it made me feel a bit better.

Shit...why is everything about her?

[Colette's pov]

"Colette, the pancakes are done!" Emz shouted from the kitchen.

"Alright! Coming!" I hummed and bounced to the living room with the book I haven't finished yesterday. I'm already sure I would cry at the ending!

Sitting on the chair, Emz placed 2 plates of pancakes on the table. "Thanks, Emz! It still look as good as ever." I smiled and picked up a fork. Pancakes is always a yes to me!

"I won't say it's the best I've done, but yeah." Emz chuckled as she chewed on the eggs.

"Well it's good enough for me!" I grinned and literally took a big bite and half of the pancake was eaten.

After a while of eating, Emz suddenly looked up and frowned, "Colette, I still have something I don't understand." She said.

"Yeah? What's up?" I questioned as I drank the lemon tea. Hmm, I really need to thank Bea for the honey!

"About...yesterday." Emz cleared her throat. Her tone was serious. "What really happened? Edgar sounded disappointed when he left. He didn't even get back the umbrella." She sighed slightly.

"Oh...umm.." I looked down put down my fork, let my chin rest on my hand.

After Edgar left, I put on some sad music and just cried my eyes out with my door locked and Emz knocking on the door over and over again. I wrote a note "I'll be fine :)" and slipped it over the door gap to let Emz go, then I cover my myself with a blanket, kept on reading the book. I probably slept in the middle of reading.