Akiro’s Point of View I YAWNED for the nth time, unconsciously scratching my chest as that unfamiliar thing inside my chest happened again. “Coffee, Aki?” “Yes, please,” I mumbled, ducking my head on the dining table. “Akiro. Table etiquette,” my grandfather reprimanded. I slowly lifted my head. “Yes, grandpa. I’m sorry.” He halted from what he was doing, pulling down the newspaper he was reading so he could look at me with narrowed eyes. “Why are you so pale? And your eyes look dark. Did you not sleep well?” I shook my head. “I slept well, grandpa. I don’t know why I’m looking and feeling like this as well.” “Maybe a fever?” Grandma chimed in, setting down the coffee in front of me before putting the back of her hand on my forehead and neck. “No. It’s not a fever either. You’re not hot. In fact, you are so cold. As cold as a corpse.” I was about to make a joke about corpses and vampires when I noticed my grandparents seemed to freeze on their spot. They were looking at each
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