I cooked instant noodles for myself, sat on the floor, and ate it while it was hot.

Each hotness that touched my tongue came along with a spicy sweetness that was hard to forget.

But despite enjoying the noodles, my mind kept on thinking about the thing Lara told me to do today, before she would forgive me. Before I could earn her forgiveness.

Judging by the kind of person I was, I kept on wondering if I would be able to do as she had told me. I knew myself. I have not gotten that kind of ...