Fears ― Huang Zitao

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"Here, have this. You've been dozing off too much today."

She handed him a cup of hot coffee she brought from the vending machine and looking at her with drowsy eyes, he extended his hand and took it.

Judging by the warmness of the cup, he decided to wait for it to cool down a bit. Placing it on the table, he slumped back into the seat as she sat across from him.

"I had a hard time sleeping last night."

"What's bothering you?"

"It's okay. I just had a bit too many coffee yesterday."

"Lying to me won't solve it Zitao."

"It would still be there even if I tell you."

"It's better than having to face it yourself."

"My granddad. I keep on hearing his voice when it gets too quiet at night. When it's dark and the only light was the moonlight. Each time my eyes fall at the sight of the moonlight, his voice lingers in my mind."

"He sounded as if he was trembling. I'm scared. The weather was cold."

Grabbing his hands, she made him hold onto the cup of coffee and he looked at her with widen eyes.

"Whenever it gets too cold in the night and you began to hear him, remember this warmness. Let this kind of warmth build strength into you."