(Amaia)
Kacir returns late from the meeting with his father. Utterly broken, he just flops on his bed with his hair spilt all over his face.
"Kacir?" I softly call him out and he just holds a vial in his hand, blankly staring at it.
"Talk to me," I softly say again, sitting in front of him and hoping this is not something life-threatening in his hand.
I watch him for a few moments. An unsettling feeling makes my heart restless.
Lost and broken, I am not sure if he is even with me, mentally.
"Can I take this?" I extend my hand towards him without touching.
"It's not poison," he painfully says and I let out a relieved sigh. But he extends his hand and drops the small vial on my palm, containing an orange liquid.
"It's just a sleep potion. TJ makes it for me when I can't sleep," he explains and I thankfully nod, closing my palm around the small glass vial. But it hurts to think he has difficulty sleeping.
He rubs his hands on his face but doesn't pull back his hair.
