Cece is sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the floor. Kristian enters the room quietly, holding a plate with beef meat, french fries and a fork in his left hand and a knife in his right hand. Cece flinches and looks at him, sees the knife that he is holding and she remembers of the moment when Tadaaki placed the knife on her neck.
Cece(asks scared): What are you doing with that knife?!
Kristian(says confused, placing the plate on his desk): I'm cutting the food with it...
Cece(says, starting to shake): You want to kill me, don't you?!
Kristian(says laughing a bit): What?! No...are you ok?
Cece(sighs): I'm ok...I'm sorry....
Kristian: Are you sure that you don't want to eat?
Cece: Yes, I'm sure...I'm not hungry.
Kristian: You haven't eaten for one day.
Cece(says irritated): I don't want food, ok? What if it's poisoned?
Kristian(looks confused at her): Are you serious?!
Cece: I'm sorry...I don't know what is wrong with me...(looks sadly at him)
Kristian: Do you think I would ever hurt you? (looks at her)
Cece: No, Kris...I'm sorry...(sighs and lays on her back) Eat well...
Kristian(smiles): Thank you.
He sits at his desk and starts cutting the meat.
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The Memories of A KILLER
FanfictionLife is definitely not easy...but how complicated can it be?...where can mental problems lead you?... •This story is NOT real! 🚫 A Kristian Kostov fanfiction
