Edgar
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The sound of keys and the day's tiredness barely gave Honey time to think. He was coming home from the university, his backpack tilted slightly from the weight of it, his head bowed out of sheer habit. Nothing had prepared him for seeing him there.
In front of the elevator, standing as if he'd always been waiting for him, was Him.
His dark hair was as disheveled as ever, falling over his eyes, and the patches of vitiligo on his fair skin shone in the orange light of the sunset through the windows. He was more muscular, wearing that black sleeveless shirt that revealed his tense arms and the contrasts of his skin. But his expression… was hard.
Honey froze. Five weeks. Five weeks of silence, of unhealed wounds. And now he… there.
—No.
Honey whispered, as if just seeing him was a direct shot to the stomach.
He almost tripped as he ran toward the elevator. he compulsively pressed the close button.
Come on, come on...But Edgar stuck his arm out just in time. The door opened again with a soft, annoying
ding,as if mockingly. He stepped in without a word, closing it with the emergency button, leaving the elevator stopped. The air instantly grew heavy. Honey stepped back until he hit the elevator wall. He looked down, clutching his bag like a shield. He couldn't… he didn't want to look him in the eyes. Edgar approached. Step by step. His shadow covered his.
Five weeks…he said softly. And not a fucking sign of life? There was no answer.
Was that enough for you? That's it?Honey gulped, still not looking up. He was barely observing his neck, the contours of those spots on his skin. Spots he used to kiss. That he used to caress carefully. Edgar tilted his face to the side, as if he were going to kiss him, barely touching Honey's personal space, making him flinch a little. But he didn't. He stopped. And then he hit the wall, right next to his head. The blow resonated sharply.