The Past

It is starting to become a trend. He is staring blankly again. Sitting up in the bed that he was laying on, he stares at the unfamiliar man that is reflected on the mirror. He has silky chestnut brown hair that is short with slight curl to it. It seems so very voluminous and fluffy. It makes people want to stroke that smooth hair.

There is no mistaking it. He has a very well-portioned face, his almond brown eyes are on the bigger side. He is about 20. There is no baby fat on his face but he has this youthful glow. However, to be honest, he really does not know his age. You can never judge a book by its cover.

Slowly, he stood from the bed and walked closely to the mirror that spends across the entire wall. He has broad shoulders but a tiny waist. He does have very nicely shaped legs that is on display with the skin tight leggings he is wear. He is not muscular at all. He is nice and soft but he is lean with no signs of a tummy in sight.

He walked in quick long strides and looked at the note taped to the mirror. He does not know why but there is this feeling of unease. Like something bad is going to happen or is happening. He feels very restless like there is a fire burning inside of him and it is threatening to go out of control. It is so very uncomfortable.

The moment he touched the note, images appeared before his eyes again.

He was not in control. It was like he was looking at the situation through the eyes of someone. The view is turned downwards and he is looking at the note that brought him here. Beautiful long fingers like a pianist curled around a pen as elegant cursive appeared on the paper.

"The hospital is currently under quarantine. Thus, given the situation, I had brought you to this rented studio and called for a doctor to come. The doctor has informed me that you have fainted because of a migraine and has advised to you rest well and remember to hydrate yourself. When you wake up, it is highly likely that I will not be present. The room has been paid for so you do not have to worry about that. I wish you a smooth recovery."

The note was signed with a simple single feather. This note was not written in the studio but in a car. The person whose eyes he is seeing through passed the note to a black haired man with dark blue eyes. The blue eyed man standing outside the car received the note and said. "This is very out of character for you. What brought about this kindness?"

The person did not respond and simply glared at the man. "Fine, fine. I will go play doctor for the lost puppy that you picked up. Have a safe trip, see you soon." The man said and closed the car door. The person looked on as the man walked away before signalling for the driver to start the car.

The person took out a phone and turn it on. A picture of middle aged man carrying the child in his arms on the edge of a cliff with the sea and sunset behind them appeared. One can very easily tell that they are related. Once the child loses his baby fat, it is guaranteed that the resemblance to the man's handsome face will increase greatly.

It is a very heart-warming picture. The pair is soaking wet but bright smiles are on their faces. The cat that is clinging to the man's pants makes it an even cuter photo. The person touched the picture with his finger lingering on the man's slicked back chestnut hair.

A single word slipped out of the silent person's mouth. "Father."