Ink x Honey

Chapter Three

"Impudent child of the deceased Master Heisenberg, are you going to stay in here and freeze yourself to death? Let me take you to your bed. You're already a burden as you are healthy."

I opened my eyes to the ceiling of my living-room. Beside me, stood Wilson as ugly as ever, but unwounded.

"Didn't I kill you?"

"Are you mistaking me as your father?"

"I swear to God, Wilson!"

I sneezed so hard I hurted my head. My butler went to take a blanket and put the warm sheet over my shoulders. We both sat in the darkness of the living-room. It must've been around midnight.

"I think I may have some issues."

"I'll go get some."

"Issues, Wilson, not tissues. I've been... seeing stuffs. How's Elias?"

"He's asleep in the basement. Our guest-room is dustier than a cat's litter-box at this moment, but I'll make sure everything will be tidy tomorrow."

"Good. The quicker, the better. Now, Wilson, shall we head to our own rooms and call it a day?" I stood up with my blanket covering my figure, ready to go.

"Why yes, my dear sir, but one last thing, if you don't mind..."

"Speak, Wilson, I am actually in a rather bright mood."

"You don't happen to have feelings for Young Master Elias, do you?"

The violent images of my butler being murdered by my own two hands resurfaced in my memory. I did not wish to actualize the brutal scenery, not with my mood so bright, but my reputation was at stake!

"Answer me this, dear Wilson: Is it gay to like a fellow man if it is due to his feminine beauty?"

"In my own personal judgment, it is not, sir."

"Well, then, I suppose our personal views have synchronized from the years we've spent together."

"I believe so, sir."

We said nothing more and headed to our own rooms. I did not know about Wilson, but that night I was unable to pick up a second of rest. Whenever my sights were shutted, all I saw was the fair and clothless body of my dear Elias. In the bleakness of my unseeing, he stood with a gentle smile on his face, though half-covered by his golden hair which cheered up my soul upon seeing it. His summer eyes glimmered joyfully as he chuckled in a way that made the angels of heaven weep in jealousy. But in my childish imagination, Elias had the soul and the body of a girl, which is to say that wasn't him I saw in my mind, but a completely different individual since it is impossible for someone to be both genders at the same time. And yet, that imaginary individual was made based on the existence of Elias Roosevelt, a fellow man I happened to cross paths with in the suicide forest two years ago.

Lord... have I gone mad? Will my madness eventually disclose your wrath? Am I going to get punished for this? For being confused and scared and desperate? For being... human?

My attempt to sleep ended up in vain. I stayed awake until the break of dawn when I heard a soft knock at my bedroom door, too soft to be Wilson whose knocking I have been so accustomed to hearing for over ten years. Who else could it be but that guy?

I was more than gleeful to start my day like that.

"Come in, Elias. I know it's you."

A line of light crept its way to the wall as he slowly opened the door of my bedroom. He stood there in my pajamas—obviously a lot too big for him—with his long golden hair sticking out like a lion's mare.