16: Precious To You

DEMIAN’s P.O.V

‘Too loud!’

They like bees that hurt my ears. In a few moments, the conversation of those around me gradually became clear to me.

“Why are you here again?”

Is that Litty? Who is she fighting with?

I can't open my eyelids. I feel like it's too heavy.

“My friend is here, of course, I will go! ”

I know that voice. He’s the tallest among the President’s friends. What is he doing here?

‘Friend? Is he referring to the President?’

“He can come here alone. Why do you have to tag along? What are you, a dog?”

‘Why are they fighting?’

“You two, shut up.” I’m sure who that is. There is only one person I know who loves lecturing everyone. The President.

“It was your fault,” the tallest blamed it on his enemy.

“Don't forget that you started this fight!” Litty shouted.

I opened my eyes and a blurry, boring white ceiling greeted me. I can slightly feel my body.