When Lucas returned home, it was already an evening, and the first thing he did was jump into his bed. He hugged the pillow tightly as he closed his eyes, and all tension went away. Suddenly he heard someone enter his bedroom. A pair of soft footsteps made their way across the carpet until they stopped right beside his bed.
"Lucas." It was Araniel's sweet voice.
Lucas jumped out of bed and yelled, "What the fuck are you doing in my house?!"
Araniel extended her hands, holding two golden apples. "You forgot these."
Lucas's face quickly soured at the memory of trying one out. "Those fucking apples..." he grumbled while grabbing the apple from her hands. He gazed at Araniel and asked. "But why did you bring me them? No way in hell I would eat them."
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