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He questioned. “Fries and sauce with pancakes and syrup, I don't want to go inside, I'm afraid my stomach may churn,” I ordered and he whipped his head back and for a moment I thought he was going to get a whiplash. “Fries and sauce with pancakes??!!!! Will you eat that together or you'll eat them separately??” He exclaimed and scrunched up his nose in disgust. “I'll be eating them together of course, why are you overreacting as if you haven't heard the sweet combination before?” I asked with irritation dripping from my tone.

I turn around and sat next to the food. "Eat," the alpha again orders me, while he remains still within the same position. I stare at the food, not wanting to. Deep down I felt consuming this meal. Rice, steam vegetables, and the strong scent of fry chicken. It will end up poisoning me. I didn't want to eat it at all. But, yet again, I had no choice to. If I didn't eat it the crazy alpha might attack me and go insane again probably killing me, so not eating this meal. I would be dead anyway.

They looked dangerously close to poison, blackened and unsightly, as if taking a single bite would be the last thing I ever did. “Haha, eat, eat! They just look slightly burned because I got distracted, but they taste really good, Mr. Alaric. Don’t be modest, have a bite!” Esther, Isla’s friend, said with a wide grin as she pushed the plate closer, the excited glint in her eyes far too confident for the state of those pancakes. I raised a brow, eyes fixed on the deadly-looking substance in front of me. Leaning on the table, I rested my head on my hand and murmured casually under my breath,

The warning he gave this morning was enough to make me speed down Manhattan's slick streets as the snow turned to water. And I don't want to eat pancakes, it'll starve me again before lunch. There's nothing but vegetable ingredients for me to process, I'm thinking of ordering fast food later, or buying from the cafeteria. I closed the refrigerator— My heart skipped a beat when I found the man behind the refrigerator door. He frowned at me "What are you looking for?" "Food for myself." I said honestly. I stepped back to the stove to place the last cooked pancake on the plate. Desperately holding back the beating of my heart and the nervousness that welled up inside of me.

Just like in my previous life, the diagnosis was the same: acute pancreatitis caused by overeating. The doctor studied my chart in astonishment. "You're so thin. How could you possibly eat this much?" I said nothing. I signed for discharge immediately and headed straight for Tina's place. The moment the door opened, I pressed a kitchen knife to her throat. "Shirley, what are you doing? Calm down!" she stammered. I glared at her, my patience gone. "I'm not here to waste words. Tell me the truth. Why is it that you eat, but I'm the one who suffers?"

Kas gives me a look. I know, idiot, I say. These pancakes aren't supposed to be fucking sexy. It's not like I gave her a bowl of strawberries to wrap around her beautiful lips. I always make the Korin Iwasaki pancakes. It's tradition. Along the counter, Vane stands motionless. Then that strange girl takes another bite and her eyes close. A drop of syrup galactic colonies on her full lips and she runs her tongue over it, absorbing its sweetness. Damn hell. Vane's shadow disturbs the air and when I look at him, both of his eyes are black.

Like a small child, Hunter stopped his feet against the floor, “It’s okay, tell me.” She spoke. Hunter gave out a long tired sigh and spoke. “Chemotherapy isn’t working efficiently for you, the doctors are thinking of Total Pancreatectomy, they have to remove your pancreas,” Hunter replied looking downwards. “Hah! I thought it was something big, you scared me,” Eryna purposefully tried to lighten the tense air around them. Hunter’s eyebrows sank and he looked at her with puppy eyes, “Stop smiling!!”

My mind was blank as I padded over to the door and opened it. It had been so long since I last saw Julian. He looked much more grounded and serious than before, and there was none of the cheekiness he showed in our texts. He was holding a bag of roasted chestnuts. Julian's face overlapped with Hayden's, and for a moment, the voice note replayed in my mind. I aggressively smacked the bag of roasted chestnuts out of Julian's hand as my vision blurred. "Go away! I don't want to see you!"

I sighed. “No bed.” Violet pouted. “But Violet, the sooner you go to bed, the sooner you can wake up and try Miu’s pancakes.” I suggested. “Pancakes?” Violet perked up. “Mhm. And these aren’t ordinary pancakes. They are not like what you ate at the dinners. These are Japanese pancakes. They are big and fluffy and so yummy. I’m so jealous.” I sighed. “Yay, pancakes! Night night!” Violet exclaimed as I heard the phone be dropped. “I’m so sorry she dropped the phone in excitement. Did you just promise her pancakes?” Ivy asked.

"So, what do you want first, pancakes or pizza?" "Uhm- I guess pizza will do." "Really!" He sighed "Yeah." "Well, uhm- there isn’t any pizza." I exhaled "Then in that case I will go for pancakes." "There aren’t any pancakes either." "Uhm." I open my mouth to speak but then clamp it shut. He stared into my eyes waiting for an answer. "I will just take a banana or something," I suggested "Wooo! Wooo! Wooo! Wooo! Banana, do you want to get me killed by Jason? I can’t let you eat a banana."