hrough the glass window. Not a single house could be spotted, only the imp

s diverted as a

Arroz Caldo on the table near me. The tantalizing aroma of t

seemed aware of these qualities. As a result, Fiore became overly reliant on him, always turning to him for favors. Jealousy would occasionally gnaw at me, as

, eat while it

that name in a while. I'm uncertain of its origi

'm not Softy," I retorte

lways be

ly shouted, my anger boiling

ly, his eyes locked with mine. I resisted h

ow. You should be aware of y

ntend to starve yourself, just say so. I don'

? You insisted on serving me. Besides, why are you still here? T

e as long as we want. Moreover, we're in the middle of

porridge over his body, watching his muscles melt away. But I reconsidered, no

ingly. "You have quite

apologize for what I did to you." His eyes t

because Fiore left me, but not sorry for