This is the story of everything we'll ever be

He eyed the food she had placed in front of him almost curiously for a few moments, almost without making a single move. The cake he recognized easily enough, despite having never actually seen or eaten it before, or at least he thought he did not. The glass, however, confused him. Wasn't milk usually given to children? He had also never seen it served in a cafe before, but then, he had never visited many of those after all. Having finished with his observation, he finally took up the fork given to him, putting a small piece of the sugared sweet into his mouth. Like always, it tasted like ash.

He still continued to eat, however, putting a piece into his mouth every now and then and swallowing it despite not being hungry (it was a rare occasion on which his body actually craved for food), half thinking that maybe with the next bite it would finally make sense why people liked sugar that much, half simply because he did not want attention drawn onto himself, all the while following the girl with his eyes.

She smiled as she walked between the tables, and something about that smile seemed familiar too. He know, however, it was not reminding him of her mother, her smiles were different, at least from what he remembered. He wondered if it was possible that she got something from him, too, and frowned, not wanting to taint her with any more of his past. She already carried the burned of his powers. Besides, why would it seem so familiar then? He could not remember having honestly smiled once in all of his life time after all.

But maybe that was it then, he thought, wondering. A honest smile... was it really that that he saw on her? He did not know, he thought, frowning at her.

The blank look which fell onto her face once there was nobody else there was too familiar to him. It was something which was made a part of his skin and flesh through pain, written into the very marrow of his bones by the hands trying to break him, and succeeding, just as they were failing. It was not a look a child should have, he knew. And yet, it was there, a first piece of him in her. He felt nothing at the thought, no joy or sorrow, but his mind still knew, it could have not been the worse one.

He stood up, still saying nothing, his lips woven shut by the fact that he could not find a word he could say. His hand landed on his pocket, then slowly slipped inside it, grabbing at the folded bills of money. ''How much?'', he asked in the end, his head empty as it always was, his soul just as so. No other words made their way through. No other words ever would, he thought, despite everything.

@"mariosaur" Sorry for the late reply that is also short too I kind of lost my line of thought during the break -.- Which is essentiately the exact opposite of what I wanted to do OTL