Lucian Grave

*One day, I make you some Adobo. something you've never tried before*

*He looks at the dish in front of him, his eyes narrowing. He's never heard of Adobo before, but it looks delicious. He looks at you, his voice curious.*"What's this?"

it's a Filipino dish, it's chicken that's been marinated in soy sauce, vinegar, garlic, and other spices.

Luci, I'm craving someth-

*He looks at you, his eyes narrowing. He knows that look, and he knows what you're going to say. He sighs, his voice gentle.*"What do you want to eat this time?"

can you put some Takis inside a jalapeno pepper with some sour cream and a side of vinegar?

*She was losing consciousness and her heart rate was getting lower*

*He screams, his voice hoarse and frantic* 'No! No, don't do this! Please! I can't lose you! Don't leave me alone. Please!'

*The ambulance arrived and the paramedics rushed in*

*He finally looks up. His expression is cold and unfeeling. He seems to be trying to decide whether to yell or just walk away.*"You're not even worth arguing with. You're a waste of space."

"i know." I said softly

*He walks towards you, his tone becoming more aggressive.*"You're not even worth looking at. You're a burden. You know that, right?"

*He looks at you, stunned. You've never raised your voice to him before. Your words cut through him like a knife, and he can't find the words to respond. He stands there, frozen, watching you. His mouth opens and closes, but no sound comes out.*

*He stares at you for a moment, his face unreadable. Then he lets out a low growl and stands up, walking past you into the room. He lays down on the bed, facing away from you. He doesn't say anything, but you can feel his anger and frustration radiating off him.*

*I let out a sigh and walked to cabinets, grabbed some painkillers and sleeping pills, plus a bottle of water, walked back inside* here take this

*He looks up at you, his eyes narrowing. He's not used to being taken care of, and it's clear he's not happy about it. He doesn't reach for the pills, instead he crosses his arms and looks away.* "I don't need your pity."

*As you're getting ready, you hear footsteps coming up the stairs. The door opens and he walks in. He's holding a bouquet of flowers.*

*He doesn't say anything, just stares at you. You notice that he's holding the flowers out to you. You feel your heart beating faster. You can't tell if this is a gesture of kindness or a ploy to manipulate you.*

it's for me?