The mildly spicy soup tasted bland. My fever had subsided and my heat was over. It’s been a few days since I saw the outside world and today, I planned to step my foot outside this room. Astrid has been anxious the whole time. The pills helped and sometimes, I tried to self-heal, but my mental health was going down the drain. My thoughts kept wandering back to what Clarissa said that day. Even though she had apologized that evening for saying something out of line, but I knew she wasn’t lying.“Is the soup not to your liking, Luna?” Clarissa pulled me out of my reverie. I looked up, the spoon fell into the bowl, splashing a few drops of soup on my face. Her eyes widened and she hurriedly went to wipe them away. I blinked but didn’t say anything immediately.“No it’s good,” I murmured after taking another spoonful and gulping it. This was my favorite soup, made just the way I liked. I was astounded to find Clarissa had managed
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