You talked to me earlier, not mad, not proud, not anything — that never happened before.
"What happened to your face?"
"Fell."
"Right. Have you eaten anything at all?" Your tone was cold and I could feel the chills running down my spine when your stare refused to waver. "My mum's worried about you."
"Yes," I whisper.
"Don't lie."
"I'm fine." You looked at me, and I wanted to disappear right then and there.
"Eat." You paused. "Please."
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Teen FictionHe wanted to break her. Unfortunately, one of her broken shards pierced into him. ·˚ ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈˚· Read the revised and edited version of 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛 and explore Rizu Lu's other works on saltroomarchives.wordpress.com Thank you for your continuous suppor...
