49. Another Mistake

Distractedly, I push open the door of his bedroom and we both step inside. I move my eyes around. It's my first time coming to Ashar's room. The familiar scent of his minty cologne touches my nostrils.

Room is furnished with light and dark shades of purple, make me think that he has some sort of likeness for the purple color.

It has large glass doors, led to the small balcony. At the end of the bed, a white rug covers the space on which two geometrical designed arm chairs are placed. There are few pictures of him and some paintings hanging on the walls. His room looks clean and peaceful. Everything is placed on its rightful places.

"Do you like purple?"

He let out a breathy laugh, "Yes. Purple is warm."

Purple is warm, just like him. Sometimes he's warm and thoughtful too.

I bring him near his bed. He moves his arm from my shoulder and sits on the bed, still massaging his forehead.

"Get some rest. You'll feel better." I say.

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