Chapter 25. Promises and Desires

“Done!” I mumble after bandaging his wounds. They are healing just fine, gladly. At least none of them looks infected or adamant about healing. In about a week he should be fine.

“Thank you.” He asserts as I amble back to him after returning the first aid kit.

I angle myself in front of him, scanning for any trace of change in him, and sure, he doesn’t look dismal and dull like he has always been since I met him. The cold look on his face is still so permanent, but I think I have been with him enough to distinguish his physical features from masks. The icy demeanor is his nature. A beautiful one, I must say. It exudes both ice and fire. It exhibits boldness and authority. I am glad that the masks are not so evident right now, and I hope they fade away completely and for good.

“What is it?” He implores after noticing my stern gaze on him for a while.

“What do you want to do?” I ask.

I think before I impose all the crazy childish ideas to aid his recovery