Michael POV:
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I sit down inside the food house. Celia walks back in.
"Hey, who's the cutie?" A 17-year-old boy nudges his friend. He sits across from me.
"What? Dude, your kidding? The girl with the wings!?" His friend seems to be 15. The 17-year-old blinks.
"Girls with what? Nochi, I know you're younger, but you need to start making sense!" He hugs Nochi, who is taken aback.
Furiously blushing, he stands up. "Kakuro, stop it!" Kakuro seems nervous. I look down and take a sip of my milk. They give the soldiers better milk. My family used to raise cows.
I drop my cup, my hands trembling. Milk spills over onto Kakuro. He and Nochi look up. "Heya, squeak! Never seen you before!"
Nochi rages. "He defended that girl!" He points to Celia, but I don't look anywhere. I can't.
I'm ruining my family's works. My dead family's works. The lived close to the wall. There is no way the survived the bricks falling-no, crashing-from the terror's hand.
I stand up and walk out of the room. I am aware of Nochi telling Kakuro that he's going with me.
Koneko stands outside, nibbling bread.
She smiles when she sees me. "Hiya, Mike- can I call you Mike?" I don't look at her.
Ramming my back against the wall, I slide down. My head is soon hurried in my knees. Could it be? Just yesterday, I was hurting a girl to impress a gang.
Koneko takes a giant bite of bread and looks to the moon rising. "Hey, Mike? Is there any dericious mirk in there? I'm thirsty, and Serina is eating."
Cold tears fall down my cheek. "There's tons of milk left."