P A I N F U L T R U T H
[ Trigger warning. There'll be a few changes in the POVs throughout the chapter. I'll be putting some parts in italics , you can skip those parts if you don't want to read those painful flashbacks.]
- JAMES -
" Its burnt." I groan looking at the half burnt popcorn.
" I'm sorry. I didn't do it deliberately." Ambrose says scratching his head.
" What am I going to eat now ?" I pout sadly looking at those burnt popcorns on which Ambrose experimented on saying they'll taste more better.
" I can make it again . . . the normal way." He offers nervously.
" I don't want it. The smell is driving me sick." I stomp my feet sadly.
" Fine , I'll make you some pasta." he says hurriedly taking out the ingredients.
" Avocado one." I say giving him puppy eyes.
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