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122. Not A Prisoner.

Author: AlphaKelly
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-11 22:06:07

Alex's Pov

Breakfast was served when my eyes cracked open. I know because much like the chicken soup, I could smell the aroma of freshly made pancakes and hotdogs. The door was locked so Luca hadn't been able to serve it in here. But I had a feeling he'd left it right outside my door.

I opened the door gently and sure enough, there it was. Pancakes and hotdogs. Still steaming hot. A glass of orange juice, some blueberries and a sliced banana. All arranged neatly on a breakfast tray placed on a small table by the door.

A part of me smiled giddily. The part of me that still wanted him. The part of me I was done giving any attention to.

I ignored the heavenly smell of the perfectly fluffy pancakes and greasy hotdogs. I didn't attempt to flush them down the drain this time, simply walked past it and headed for the kitchen.

I needed something quick to eat. Like peanut butter and bread but more substantial. And I needed to grab it and retreat behind the closed doors of my room
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    Alex's Pov Breakfast was served when my eyes cracked open. I know because much like the chicken soup, I could smell the aroma of freshly made pancakes and hotdogs. The door was locked so Luca hadn't been able to serve it in here. But I had a feeling he'd left it right outside my door. I opened the door gently and sure enough, there it was. Pancakes and hotdogs. Still steaming hot. A glass of orange juice, some blueberries and a sliced banana. All arranged neatly on a breakfast tray placed on a small table by the door. A part of me smiled giddily. The part of me that still wanted him. The part of me I was done giving any attention to. I ignored the heavenly smell of the perfectly fluffy pancakes and greasy hotdogs. I didn't attempt to flush them down the drain this time, simply walked past it and headed for the kitchen. I needed something quick to eat. Like peanut butter and bread but more substantial. And I needed to grab it and retreat behind the closed doors of my room

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