#Chapter7

"I don't think it's a good idea bringing me here." I stared at the cup of chocolate ice cream longingly.

I was beyond envious of him leisurely enjoying his chocolate ice cream. It turns out we have the same taste. We don't want any flavour besides chocolate. I gulped staring at it.

"Why?" He asked as he put another spoonful in his mouth.

"I have band practice today. I can't ruin my throat for this."

One time, I ate ice cream after our music session. I got a sore throat for days and ruined my voice. I didn't want that to happen again. I had a trauma. If I...