A Cursed Celebration
Then, as if something inside had snapped, he shoved the pie into his mouth, chewing desperately.
"Is it good? Is the blood-stained pumpkin pie delicious?" I asked, my voice filled with disgust and hatred.
"Is it better than Mandy's pumpkin pie?" I pressed further, purposely saying those hurtful words.
Even so, Ethan continued eating, seemingly deaf to my words, his expression numb and his eyes empty.
Suddenly, a piercing ringtone shattered the suffocating silence. It was Ethan's phone, with 'Mandy' flashing on the screen.
Ethan hesitated, seemingly reluctant to answer. So, I snatched the phone and hit the answer button.
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