Arcane ~ ONGOING

~Chapter Twenty-Eight~

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"Astria," Dorian called, "Are you ready, I want to take you somewhere." After my little crying session we had retreated to the spot on either side of the headstone. We were sitting silently beside our father, lost in our own thoughts and grieving in our own kind of way.

"Right now?" I asked, my voice a little hoarse as I craned my neck towards the side to look at him.

"If you want to," He replied, assessing my reaction. I looked down at the headstone between us as I bit my lip. I didn't feel like doing anything right now but I knew he would have wanted me to mend my relationship with Dorian so I looked up and softly nodded my head. A small, almost nonexistent smile appeared on his face for just a moment before disappearing. He stood up in a jiffy and offered me his hand. Accepting his hand, I stood up and we paid our last respects before exiting the premises.

My stomach grumbled loudly as we walked towards the car making me go red. The was now directly above our he'd meaning it was either my lunch time or past it. Dorian head snapped to me the moment my stomach released that beastly sound and I looked away too. I was now hyper aware of his gaze at the side of my head and my hand in his.

He kept his silence as we settled in the car and I fastened my seat belt. It wasn't until we were about a mile past the cemetery when he asked, "How does spaghetti sound?" He asked, glancing at me.

I was hungry but the sound of pasta and rice right now, just made me want to throw up. I don't know why. Maybe because it was one of the first memories I have of me with dd or maybe I just didn't feel like it. But I didn't want put more of a damper on Dorian's mood so I said, "Uh, it's sounds fine."

I think he caught on because he did not reply until a couple minutes later, "Chinese?" He asked, his eyebrows raised. I just shrugged in reply. I didn't feel like a proper lunch right now and if I even forced myself to have it, I might just throw up.

"Mexican?" He asked and I just gave him a black look in return. Out of the corner of my eye, a bright yellow sign catches my attention.

"McDonald's?" I asked.

"Not that godawful place," He groaned before turning to me, "We are not going there. That food is not healthy for a growing child like you."

"Um, Subway?" I asked.

"Ugh, that's way worse," he muttered before pulling into the McDonald's driveway. "What do you want?" He asked, turning to me.

"I'm not sure, can you recommend?" I asked softly. It was embarrassing to admit that I haven't had McDonald's since I was six. Mum said that money was tight so we couldn't afford any of it and I agreed with her. So, I had just seen the boys and girls at my old school saying how they will be going to a McDonald's drive through to get lunch.

Dorian eyes narrowed as I shrunk back into my seat. He analyzed me, before his eyes widened in realization. Instead of commenting on it, he turned to huge menu, "I think a happy meal would be nice. Maybe extra chicken nuggets and fries," He replied, still looking at the menu.

I sighed, relieved. I already had a lot on mind today and handling Dorian's anger was not something I was looking forward to. "Okay," I whispered.

"You're ordering," He muttered before slipping on some black shades, a black face mask and a bucket hat.

I looked at him with amusement in my eyes as he sighed and explained, "I don't want to be noticed today, I'd rather look like a burglar than smile for pictures today of all days." I nodded in agreement and proceeded to give our order to the waiter.

After collecting our food, Dorian pulled out of the driveway and swerved on the road that directly led to the national expressway. I handed him his hamburger as we drove on the almost empty expressway. Light music played in the background as we shared the meal.