Feast On Me

Lucas...the name of the man that permanently lives in my every nightmare. I know only an idiot would just assume that out of the millions of people with that particular name, they were specifically speaking about the Lucas I know of...but I couldn't resist caving in to fear despite the low possibility, the kind of raw fear that only Lucas can ever draw into being.

With molded lips and trembling hands, I reached for the mug that Kasan had laid in front of me not too long ago and took a slow sip of the black coffee. The strong heat had already seeped into the mug and wasn't going to wane anytime soon, but I didn't flinch nor wince at the pain that scorched my palms. Simply put, my mind was too caught up to even register such trivialities.

"What's up with you? You've been out of it for a while." Kasan piped up, right fist on his cheek as he stared intently at me.

I didn't answer to his worries, in fact, I could barely even find it in me to breath. In years, I ha