33rd Kiss

Six months had passed since the chaos of the hospital, and now, amidst the lingering echoes of hardship, Kevin and I found ourselves in a makeshift tent, distributing what little sustenance we could muster. As the dwindling supply of food threatened to leave some families empty-handed, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.

"Kevin, is there any food left?" I inquired, my concern evident in my voice.

"None left, unfortunately. Is it insufficient?" he queried, his approach bringing him closer to me. I nodded in response.

"Yes, three families are still awaiting assistance," I admitted. "But it's alright."

Stepping outside into the open air, I was met with the expectant faces of those still in need. With a sorrowful smile, I addressed them.

"I’m sorry, but we've exhausted our supply," I informed them, bracing myself for their disappointment. Yet, to my surprise, Kevin's voice rang out from behind me.