Yzabelle:

I think I don’t want the truce anymore. If the truce would only put us into silence, I don’t want it.

I’d rather deal with his chaotic character than have this kind of silence.

It’s suffocating me.

My whole night was peaceful. I should be happy.

But I wasn’t. I was in complete disquietude.

When I stepped out of my room, breakfast was ready. Stir-fry veggies, lemon juice, rice and beef stew.

They smelled superb. My stomach rumbled. I had never had a heavy breakfast and I had never tried it before. But now, I want to eat a heavy breakfast before going to school.

“Good morning,” he greeted...