Ilyan knelt to the torn pieces of the paper that caught his eye while he was stepping out of her room after grabbing his phone.
It had been a while since they had lunch. He had not been able to counter her insistence of treating him for being around to help since the last night. Deep down, a part of him did not wish to go back leaving her all by herself either.
His fingers slipped beneath the pieces as he picked some of them. The individual letters on the broken pieces did not make sense until he was able to pick every piece and put them together after a bit of effort.
'I HATE YOU.' It read. He placed his palms on each other, trapping the pieces between them. 'Nothing unusual.' People were allowed to hate. He was about to leave them where he had found them when something struck him.
