The sobering soup on the stove began to bubble, releasing a fragrant steam.
I snapped out of my thoughts, turned off the heat, and carried the soup out. In my rush, my hand caught a small burn.
I didn't care.
Colin groggily sat up, clutching his head as if trying to hold his thoughts together.
He might still be a bit dizzy. I placed the soup in front of him.
He stared at me in silence, his eyes probing for answers.
"Why do you always stick around..."
I knew what he wanted to ask because he had asked me many times before.
It was always the same: why I stayed by his side, why I endured the humiliation.
I put on my sweetest smile, echoing my usual response, "Because I like you, so I'm willing to accept everything about you."
Honestly, my tone felt a bit exaggerated, having played th
