"Don't worry, I shall not break your trust." She shook the boy's hand smiling assuringly at him.
The boy felt the girl's soft hand in his hand and yet again a beautiful current travelled in his body. The boy gulped the last spoon of the porridge and he felt a sudden sadness in his heart. He could eat another bowl of porridge, if the girl fed him with her owns hands, wiping his lips every now and then.
"Yayyy!" The girl happily placed the empty bowl on the bedside table and looked at the boy excitedly. "Well done Jack. So proud of you. You truely are a fighter."
"Hah! Fighter. I am not a fighter but I only know how to sulk. Such is my life, maybe this is what I deserve." The boy sighed yet again thinking about the invitation card.