"Why did you sneak out? You should go back to the hospital. We can get one of the n to drive you back, right?" I suggested quickly.
"Calm down, Malissa. You’re giving
a headache worst than any injury that I have on my body," Hayden said as he frowned disapprovingly at .
"You should go back to the hospital," I said firmly.
"I’m not going. I drove back here myself, I’m fine…" Hayden said stubbornly.
He drove here? After a car accident, he drove back here himself? I didn’t know what else to say. I rest my case here.
Now that we’re talking, I might as well ask him about the situation outside. Luka ntioned that peace is being disturbed and I wondered if that was true. I wanted to know if that was why Hayden is keeping
locked up in here like this.
"Hayden. Luka told
that it’s not safe for
to go outside. He said that the gangs are fighting. Is that true?" I asked while trying my best to pick my words carefully.
It took a lot of effort to get those words out; however, when I looked at Hayden for an answer, he was staring back at
with blank eyes.
"You told
that you painted sothing today. Show , I really want to see it," Hayden said with a bright smile.
"Umm…sure…" I replied hesitantly.
Hayden completely ignored my question just now. Why?
It was so late at night now that perhaps it was more accurate to say that it was closer to dawn but if he wanted to see the painting now then who was I to stop him? I watched as Hayden got off the bed and headed for the door. He could walk and move around so I guess he must be fine to a certain extent. With a sigh, I slipped out of bed and followed him out of my bedroom.
The art studio looks mysteriously beautiful with the moonlight shining in; however, I could tell that the sun would soon replace the moon. Hayden stood in front of the painting where I had covered it with a large black cloth. I switched on the light so that Hayden could see the painting clearly.
"Just a mont…" I said as I quickly started removing the black cloth.
I honestly didn’t think that I would be showing the painting to Hayden in this situation, but it was good enough that he was interested. After removing the cover, I turned to gauge Hayden’ reaction to the painting. They say the audience’s most honest reaction to a piece of art was when they first laid eyes on it.
It was unfair to compare the two but compared to Ethan, Hayden did not really have a trained eye for art. However, that also ant that his reactions were always genuine and uninterrupted by professional experience or interpretation. The look on Hayden’s face when I first revealed the painting to him wasn’t one that I expected.
Hayden looked a little confused when he saw my painting of the white tulips. After his initial wave of confusion, his expression softened, and he seed to appreciate the beauty of the flower.
"What do you think?" I asked.
"It’s pretty. The flower looks white and pure," Hayden comnted.
"I got Auntie to buy
so white tulips so that I could paint from the real thing," I explained.
I headed over to the table and lifted up the vase of white tulips to show him. Hayden nodded in understanding, but his initial confused reaction told
that he didn’t know the aning behind white tulips at all. That was fine. I didn’t expect him to be well versed in floriography, the languages of flowers, because even I’m not an expert at it or anything like that.
"Do you know what white tulips symbolize?" I asked as I stared up at his face.
"No…" Hayden replied honestly as he gazed down into my eyes.
His eyes were the color of a cloudless blue sky on a sunny day…
"It symbolizes forgiveness," I said before smiling a little at him.
"Have you decided to forgive ? Why all of a sudden?" Hayden said ash is eyes lit up with hope.
Maybe he’s been feeling guilty for keeping
locked up in here all this ti.
"No, I want you to forgive ," I replied honestly.
Hayden looked at
with widened eyes. It seed like my words had stunned him into silence. I laughed a little at his stunned expression. I predicted that he would be quite shocked but not quite this shocked at my words.
"Forgive you?" Hayden managed to question after a pause of silence.
I nodded.
"That’s right. I’m sorry for not trying to understand you at all. Even when you tried your best to keep
company and talk to
every day. I knew you were trying but I just ignored all your efforts. I still don’t think that you should lock
up without telling
why but what I did was also wrong. I’m sorry…" I said sadly.
"Don’t bla yourself. You had the right to be mad. I decided not to tell you anything at the cost of you getting angry at . That was just that," Hayden stated matter-of-factly.
"But still…" I began protesting weakly.
"In the future, there will be tis when I cannot tell you everything or anything. You will be left in the dark and you will feel helpless. You won’t know who to trust or what to believe. Just like now…" he said as he looked deeply into my eyes.
"I see…" I replied softly.
"Just like now and when tis like these co along in the future, can you please choose to trust ?" he asked but there was a slight plead in his voice.
If I chose to trust Hayden, then I probably wouldn’t feel the way I did since I entered this suite. If I can trust Hayden, then will my heart and mind rest at ease?
--To be continued…
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