I hummed to myself as I made dinner, Edgar was finally awake, but he refused to leave the room. I managed to get him to drink a glass of water and take small bites of toast, but other than that, he claimed he wasn’t hungry.
Eduardus had left earlier, without uttering a damn word. I could care less though, I’m still angry at him. I know Edgar did something horrible, but that doesn’t mean abandon him. He left his younger brother alone, depressed, and unpredictable.
Unlike Eduardus, Edgar apologized and knew what he did wrong. Eduardus didn’t even go see him, to make sure he was okay. Maybe I just forgive too easily.
I shook my head, I trust him. Even after he threw me in a cell and hit me, I trust him. I being naive once again, but I know the real him. Now, I know he needs help. He even admitted to needing help, I just don’t know what for.
He’s not completely insane, but he’s bad when he’s beyond pissed. I pursed my lips, he could have killed me. He could have gotten the revenge that he wanted. Why didn’t he?
I know for a fact that he loves me, but even I know love isn’t always enough. I ran my hand through my hair and stared at the finished dinner. Maybe I’ll ask him.
“Edgar, please, I want to have dinner with you. I made your favorite, steak!” I beamed.
He raised an eyebrow, “That’s your favorite.”
“Shhhhhh, don’t lie.” I teased.
He half smiled before that frown came back. I released a breath and walked over to him. He tensed up as I wrapped my arms around him.
“What’s bothering you?” I whispered.
“Nothing.” He mumbled, instantly pulling himself away.
I sighed and grabbed his wrist, I pulled him back to the bed. He panicked a bit, but I quickly assured him that I wasn’t going to hurt him.
“Please, tell me.” I pleaded with him.
He shook his head, “I’m fine. Aren’t we going to eat?”
I frowned at him, but eventually gave in and followed him downstairs. He was silent as he grabbed his plate and set it down. I was about to make mine, but he already made it for me. I smiled softly at him and planted a kiss on his lips.
“Promise me, you’ll tell me when something is wrong?” I murmured.
He smiled, but I could tell it was forced. He didn’t say anything, he just kissed me on the cheek and sat down.
Dinner was silent until I decided to ask him the one question that has been pestering me. I didn’t have the guts to ask until we were doing dishes.
“Edgar?” I spoke.
He looked at me with dull eyes, “Yeah?”
“Why didn’t you kill me?”
He was silent for a second, “I couldn’t.”
“Why?”
“I love you too much.”