Metamorphosis: Memories

I think we've met before

Journal (3) Entry no. X23 XX/XX/XXX

I met an injured boy a few minutes away from where I was, I heard policemen, barking dogs and scared people from afar and while trying to avoid them, I saw a boy injured on the road.

I don't know what got into me but I couldn't bare to leave him there.

I brought him home, I have a feeling he's the one that those people were looking for. He doesn't look dangerous at all, more like a victim. Hopefully.. he stays here until he's safe. Well, I think he's safe here already. I don't know why I want him to stay here so bad, maybe because I have never had any company for the past 3 years.

I prepared breakfast for him earlier, when I went to deliver his meal, he was rolling around on his bed in cold sweat and was mumbling. I wonder if there's medicine for that.

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Chapter: 7

Waking up from deep sleep, soft rays of the sun caress my face and the slow breeze of wind entering from the window. The gray curtain with cloudy patterns of white sway elegantly.

Enjoying the soft and comfortable bed and the thick but light blanket. I tried to sleep a little longer. It's the first time I slept on a bed this soft, compared to my rock hard mattress in my house and the literal rock hard cement of a bed I had at the church. This is too good. I felt my aching back stiffen less with the softness and my neck on the gentle pillow.

"Mhm..."

I looked around the room, the walls were beige white with light brown corners and a dark brown ceiling, the floor is gray. There's a window to my left whilst my bed is placed at the very side, touching the wall. The whole room feels like a fancy and cozy bedroom of someone who loves earthly things and coziness.

The furniture matched well too, dark and wooden chairs, a desk and a cabinet of the same wood. The chairs were scattered around but the placement seemed intentional. One of the cabinet's doors is open, revealing a whole set of clothes that are only colored white or any pastel color. There's a note that read

"I made you breakfast, don't worry, I made sure it's healthy enough even for your above average size. The nutritional values and taste should be up to your liking, if you're lactose intolerant, feel free to tell me. I'll cook you better and safer meals next time. Also, you were talking in your sleep and seemed stressed. Would you like to talk about i"

The message was cut off..

He seems to be a stranger but he's so caring, more than the two people I lived with. He doesn't know me nor do I know him but he literally cooked me breakfast.

I looked over to the desk to see a tray with a lid on. It's a pale beige tray, wooden and decorated with elegant and stylish patterns of vines and flowers. The lid is a glass half-sphere with a wooden tip.

Opening the lid, on the tray is three servings of sandwiches. Well, specifically a croque monsieur, a croque madame and a monte cristo. 3 sandwiches that are basically the same except the other one has an egg and the other is similar to a french toast.

I noticed that each of these cheesy and hammy sandwiches looked very home-made. It looks so beautifully cooked and made with.. love.

Strange words to say for sandwiches made by a odd guy I met last night. But, it really outshines most home-made dishes.

Digging in, I was hit with such a strong flavor. The cheese is so good and creamy and the ham is just right. The bread is unlike any other store bought bread and the egg on the croque madame is divine.

I didn't expect myself to be so worked up about some food. But I did.

By then I already finished all 3 sandwiches before I knew it. A frown showed up on my face when I did come to the realization.