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I can loosen my aching grip on my phone—not enough to drop it, in case the picture disappears like the others—just enough that my fingers stop hurting. Everett pads over with a steaming mug of tea, a little bowl for the teabag, and the chips. I grab the chips before he’s even finished setting the tea on the table and cram a fistful into my mouth. I used to hate spicy food. Dana taught me how it could be a grounding tool sometimes. People don’t really taste in dreams. I don’t taste my hallucinations. My mouth prickles with heat, and I exhale through my nose. I’m not hallucinating everything. Everett drops onto the couch next to me, but a few respectful inches away. Heather sits on my other si

He felt a burning heat on his face. Cough, cough, cough... Perhaps it was because she ate too fast that she choked on the pepper on the steak. The taste of pepper on the steak instantly stimulated her throat and made her feel very uncomfortable. "Eat slowly. No one wants to compete with you!" Christiano hurriedly put the warm water into her mouth and patted her back gently. "Cough, cough, cough..." After drinking a few mouthfuls of boiled water, only then did Adeline feel a bit better. However, he was able to squeeze out his tears.

The pressure on my stomach was intense, and the relentless heartburn felt like a fiery serpent coiling in my chest. I reached into my purse and found a mint sweet, a small relief that helped soothe the symptoms. As the cool mint flavor spread in my mouth, I felt a slight reprieve. The sweetness mingled with the refreshing mint, momentarily distracting me from the discomfort. I leaned back in my chair, savoring the fleeting relief.

He turned around and poured water into his glass, but it was immediately empty when he lowered it. What was his problem? Did he choke because of the chili? It was only then that he seemed to notice the spiciness of what he had been eating. His plate was almost empty. I continued eating, feeling the spiciness as it flowed down my throat, almost causing me to choke as well.

Not now. I tried focusing on the plate instead... Cutting a piece of meat, pretending to eat, but the moment the meat touched my tongue, nausea slammed into me like a wave. My throat burned. I coughed lightly, setting down my fork. Nicklaus’s gaze flicked up immediately. “You okay?” I nodded quickly, forcing a smile. “Just… maybe a bit too hot. The spices.” He leaned slightly forward, brows furrowing. “Spices? Eva, I’ve eaten half the plate and I don’t taste any spice at all.”

I immediately let go of his hand and spoke, "ok, I tried... now I am done" I took the fork, dipped my manchurian ball in sauce and opened my mouth wide open to eat it wildly such that the sauce made the lower corner of my lip dirty. Damon raised his one brow as he noticed me act extremely wierd. I have never experienced it before but now I realised that these kind of incidences that probably cause butterflies in my stomach are making me hungry. "what are you done with?", Damon asked me directly.

In the bedroom, Damon had fallen awkwardly on the floor next to the bed. He curled up his tall body, and his pale face was abnormally flushed. His eyes were closed tightly, his brows furrowed. It looked like he was feeling very sick. Somehow, he kept feeling like his body was awfully hot, like a fire burning in his chest. There was a bizarre feeling gushing out of his body, and it felt as if it would drown him. The tumbling pain in his stomach was accompanied by an inexplicable warmth that was flowing in his body. It made him feel uncomfortable, and he felt like he was about to explode at any moment.

I caught the look in her eyes a flash of warning but before I could react, Vivian slid a plate of food toward me. “You should eat.” She said kindly. “You must be starving.” My stomach growled in betrayal, I hadn’t eaten all day. I hesitated, then took a small bite. The others watched with quiet amusement, whispering among themselves. The food was warm, but something about the taste felt wrong it was metallic, bitter. My throat tightened. Kara’s eyes widened. “Aria, stop-” The fork dropped from my hand. A burning sensation crawled down my throat, spreading fast my vision blurred.

Cade noticed Fay's sweaty face. "No. No! I can still eat. Just want to rest for a while. Seeing the way you eat, I don't think I need to rush." Fay reasoned. Cade's stomach was also starting to feel uncomfortable. He felt unsure about continuing on the third piece. Normally he would only eat one piece of steak. And he had already finished two. But seeing Fay's pale face, he endured the discomfort. He took the water bottle and drank a little. As for Fay, when she saw Cade put a small piece of meat into her mouth, she felt her stomach churn violently. The girl smothered her mouth. Her gaze fell on the steak in her lunchbox. Fay's stomach contents seemed to move up her esophagus.

The food smells good. Fresh. Warm. I sit down and pick up the spoon. Take a bite. I chew slowly. Swallow. Take another. But it doesn’t taste like anything. My appetite fades almost immediately. I try again. Another bite. Then I stop. I just… can’t. I set the spoon down and push the tray slightly away. My chest feels tight again. Not pain. Just that same heaviness. I lean back in the chair, staring at nothing. The room feels too quiet.