Holding a pair of spoon and fork, Rion tapped on his nearly empty plate as he chewed on meat.
The noises he made in the kitchen were satisfying and calming, like rain against the roof or the soft slam of waves in a coast. It was filling the void and echoing in the silence. It was enough to clear a few of his thoughts, kill the intrusive ones, and replace it with the rhythm he himself was making.
At the very least, the action was able to bring back his focus on reality, instead of succumbing into the thoughts regarding the threats he was yet again receiving in the past days.
The night after Zero Degree's special dome concert was held, which he attended with Macko and Onew, it all came back again, once and for all.
The weird messages. The random calls from unknown numbers. The countless
