Cassandra kneels down
to clean up the mess I’ve
made with her hands.
“I’m afraid I can’t tell
you. It’s an oath I’ve
made with Ronin.”
I lie back in bed,
staring at the ceiling.
Who’s Ronin?
The name sounds
a bit familiar.
“Cassandra, why are you
keeping secrets from
me?”
I ask, my tone sharp.
The question slips out
unexpectedly, as if it
came from somewhere
beyond my control.
“Cassandra, I won’t tell.
Please, just give me
a hint.”
I pleaded.
As I glance at her,
Cassandra stands up, holding
a tray of neglected food along
with a broken plate and several
shards of glass.
Her eyes are glassy
with emotion.
She parts her lips slightly,
but no words come out.
It seems as though she
wants to say something.
“We don’t know each other, so
please don’t ask for something
so significant from me.”
Cassandra replies, looking visibly
distressed.
That’s a clear sign, isn’t it?
She’s hiding something.
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