"You’re starving aren’t you. Come on. My dad and I run a restaurant. You can eat something there. It’s not too far away."
The old man had told him not to follow strangers. Especially the ones that offered him food. His stomach groaned again. Oh, what the hell? If she was going to kill him, then at least he would die with a satisfied stomach. He didn’t want it haunting him in the next life. Besides, if he wanted to become leader of the village he should at least be able to fight off one weak looking girl however scary or crazy she may be.
it’s kind of weird knowing that when you sleep, you’re just looking at your eyelids but somewhere in your brain, you are able to produce dreams as if you’re still awake.
What doesn’t kill me should’ve tried harder