19— Big brother, is he?

19— Big brother, is he?

The miseries of life never end. Or does it? Because as far as I have felt, we just get used to living with them in it.

—Saumya Tripathi

In the silence of the room, the sound of my heart's mellifluous beating in my chest was deafening. I felt a shiver run down my spine as his deep-voiced sentence intruded into my mind again. A mystique breeze whispered past me as I shivered lightly at the intensity of my own fear. As my cough ceased, I drew back slightly.

“So does that mean: you were in love with me the moment you saw me?”

The hair on the back of my neck stood up at the attention while having an unsettling familiar feeling of being watched. I breathed shakily.

"Good girl. Now, it wasn't that hard, was it?"

My hold on the glass tightened. A droplet of fear of sweat strolled down my neck somewhere as I gulped.

“Hm?”

I dismissed him completely. From then we sat silently. I, with my food, which I was barely eating. Quite forcibly. And him, feeding my br