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✴ Sora's POV ✴

He's been talking aggressively with me these past few days when I stayed at his house.

"Your going to fucking eat and that's final. You look skinny as hell."

He "dropped" the plate on front of me making a 'clank' sound.

I looked at him kinda annoyed but still thanked him for the food that he made.

I noticed that his father died last year. He used to live with his mom but unfortunately she kicked him out because of his job and the tattoos that  he wears around his body.

I could see his depression wrapping around him.

I watched him with his laptop on the table typing rapidly to unlock the password and start exploring the internet as he light a cigarette.

"Can you stop smoking?"

I said annoyed by seeing him hurting himself with the cancer stick

"Nope and eat the food that I made, it's gonna get cold."

{ I can't... I'm sorry... }

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