A boy had a bunny smile.
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In the dimly lit room, a skinny figure lay curled up on the cold floor, staring blankly into the darkness. His eyes, sticky from unshed tears and exhaustion, were half-open, barely registering the void around him. His breaths came in shallow, labored gasps, the silence of the room suffocating, with not even a trace of light to break the gloom.
Suddenly, a faint knock echoed through the door—just one, quick and indifferent. It was a sound he'd grown used to, one that never lingered, never came again.
Summoning what little strength remained, he dragged himself toward the door, each movement a struggle, his limbs trembling with weakness. With a shaky hand, he cracked the door open just enough to slide the plate inside, not daring to look up, not expecting anything more.
His eyes, dull and lifeless, blinked slowly as he stared at the food offering on the plate. The sound of his breathing was the only noise in the silence. He forced himself to eat, each bite tasting like nothing, each chew slow and mechanical, as if he were a machine running out of power. When he reached the last bite, he paused, then pushed it into his mouth, chewing with the same lifeless rhythm before sliding the empty plate back out.
With all the strength he could muster, he forced himself to stand, his legs quivering beneath him. He staggered to the water cooler, managing just two small sips before his body gave out. He slid back down onto the floor, collapsing in the same spot he'd started from, his energy drained, his hope long gone.
He curled into himself, pulling his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around them. The darkness pressed down harder as he closed his eyes, the emptiness inside him a deeper void than the room itself.
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“Did you give him the food?” the man asked the servant.
“Yes, sir,” the servant replied in his low voice.
“Good,” the man said, his gaze drifting toward the end of the corridor where the last room lay hidden behind heavy curtains, shrouded in darkness. “You may go.”
The servant bowed respectfully before leaving, the sound of his footsteps fading into the silence.
The man sighed, his expression empty, void of any feeling. He turned away from the shadowy corridor and made his way to his own room. Inside, his son lay sleeping, a faint pout on his face even in slumber. The man’s cold demeanor softened just a bit as he approached, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on the boy’s small forehead. “My baby,” he whispered, the words almost tender.
He changed into his nightgown, moving with the practiced ease of routine. Slipping into bed beside his son, he adjusted the covers, making sure the child was warm. Just as he settled in, the distant sound of a car horn pierced the quiet night.
He knew who it was, knew exactly what it meant, but not a flicker of emotion crossed his face. Instead, he lay there in silence, staring at the ceiling as the night pressed in around him.
A tall man entered the room and looked at his family lying peacefully on the bed. He smiled softly before heading to the washroom. After changing into his clothes, he quietly left the room.
His steps carried him upstairs, moving directly toward the corner of the corridor where a row of rooms stood. He paused in front of one door, his face filled with concern. Gently, he sat down in front of the closed door, placing his hand softly against it.
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