Kieran reopenes the door shortly after he had left.
In his left hand is a glass of water. And in the other the god damned flashlight.
He leaves the glass next to the food. Just as he is marching off I decide to talk.
I have to.
The only way out is him.
The way to a weapon.
Strike.
Draw blood.
Be victorious.
Leave.
That's the only thing I want.
"Thank you Kieran."
I drink a bit of water.
My lungs feel refreshed.
Energized.
That's what I needed.
He curtly noods and proceeds to leave.
I don't stop him.
I've saw enough of him.
I am eating.
I am drinking.
I am thinking.
Thinking of a plan.
My brain is fired up.
The only problem is, Kieran.
He isn't talkative.
He is the enemy.
But I still love him.
I'm not exactly sure if I can kill him.
I want to.
I want to so much.
But if there is an other option I would reconsider.
Because I'm weak.
And desperate.
Desperate for him.
And he doesn't even know me. That's the saddest part of this.
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