There was nothing that a morning bath couldn’t fix, or so is commonly believed. My restoration, however, did little to nothing in raising my spirits. Still wallowing in self-pity and remorse and all the baggage that the end of a relationship is to carry with itself, I struggled to take a single bite from the food that rested on the plate on the dining table before me.
“Eat,” instructed Kai, who was sitting opposite me and was watching over me, monitoring my every movement. “I will not have you starve yourself to death.”
With my languid gaze fixated on him, I asked him about the reason behind his concern for me, “Since you’re going to kill me anyways, why must you worry about me dying from starvation?”
The concern that his delicate features had expressed at the beginning of our conversa
