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Until Nabrel came back with two plates full of food, I was still in my reverie. I could hear him saying something but I couldn't make up of his words. There's only one thing that's running inside my head right now.

I shook my head a bit, trying to erase that thought. I picked up the utensils, removed the tissue around it. I tried to taste the pork, but I failed. It was too bland, at least for my taste... or because of my bitter mood right now..

I glanced at Nabrel, who was silently eating beside me. When he felt my gaze, he turned to me. He chewed slowly as he stared at me. His eyes dropped on my plate.

"D-Don't you like that food?" he asked softly.

I bit my lip, and tried to smile. "I like it. It's good." My voice was husky. I don't even know if I said it clearly. I was glad that I was able to stop my voice from trembling. If that ever happens, I would just wish to disappear. The image awhile ago was still playing inside my mind, drying my throat. I grabbed the drinks and sipped fro