Chapter 3

(Kage's POV)

As I continue to eat the food that is not mine to savour, I gazed at her who I think is drugged in misery.

The smoke in the cigarette that she is holding is beautiful yet very ephemeral. She watched the smoke drifted away like her life slowly vanishing inside her. She held her pen and started scribbling in her notebook.

She stopped for a while. She wrote once more.

She went on like the waves of an ocean only she can see and hear The calm is in her pen, the chaos is her mind.

I finished eating her food. I looked inside the fridge, picked the ingredients I can use. I began cooking.

I glanced at her once more and I can clearly tell that she is lost in her own world. She is dancing inside her head. I wonder what music she is hearing amidst the silence that has covered the night. I wonder what life has done with her to be in this state. I wonder what she has done with her life.

What she said back then has kind of taken me aback. I do not have enough reasons to kill myself, let alone the courage to do it again. Actually, I think I really don’t have any reasons. Even if I have, they are just trivial things I have taken as problems and have used to blame the world. Maybe that is the reason. I have no problem. Everything is handed to me on a silver platter.

“Yo. Your food is ready.” I said.

She looked at what I had prepared. She began eating. She seemed to be enjoying the food. I sat across her and watched her.

She was not bothered when stared at. Even if she is eating, it feels that she is doing something else. It is the kind of sensation that I felt when she was smoking. It’s like there is a shell inside her that is waiting to be cracked at any given time but she denied its freedom. She, herself, is the prison. What storm is she brewing inside her, I wondered.

“Thank you for the food.” She said.

“Is it good?” I asked.

“Yeah.” She replied.

I asked for her name but she refused to speak another word. Someone who does not want to be involved with anyone, with anything. I thought she was that kind of person.

“I am Kage.” I began.

She ignored me again. She went back to her couch and started smoking. I followed and sat beside her.

“Leave now.”

“Not until you tell me your name.”

“Senri. Now you can leave.”

I went back to the kitchen to wash the dishes. When I glanced at her, she was in the same loop again. She is burning her lungs and scribbling on her notebook.

She is purging herself, that is what it looks to me.

She continued to ignore the fact that I am there. I sat beside her and watched her write once more.

“Are you a writer?”

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