![]() ![]() “Why are you even bothering with feeding me?” ![]() I lifted it to my mouth slowly, relishing the feeling of the steam against my cheeks and the warmth of the liquid as it spread down my throat. It was warm on my palms and instantly made the ache in my weak hands subside. Hesitantly, I took the bowl from his hands. “Not sure.” I don’t know why but saying the words out loud made me feel ashamed in a way I hadn’t thought about before. How long has it been since you ate?” He crossed his legs at the ankles and rested his hands behind his head. “What is it?” I asked, staring into the steaming bowl. At first glance, you’d think he was much older than he was, but it was his eyes that gave away his youth. He had a dark beard that didn’t match his hair color. ![]() His arms, hands, and knuckles were also covered with ink. His sandy blonde hair was tied back into a wild ponytail on the top of his head, but beneath it his head was shaved clean on both sides above his ears, revealing intricate vine tattoos that started at his temples and circled around his head. ![]() He wore light jeans and a short sleeved yellow collared shirt with a white bow tie. I’d seen him briefly the night before, but I didn’t take the time to really look at him. He looked like a cross between a thug, a teacher, and a surfer. ![]()
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