A lot of emotions were going through his chest right now. Fear, sadness, guilt. He wanted to accept her kind gesture. He wanted to try out these new things. But what if his birthmarks showed through? What if the glow was too bright? The thought made him sick. What was a person supposed to do in this kind of situation?
But she was gone again. He took a deep breath, and went for it. Silver took his boots off. For a moment, he glared at his feet. He absolutely hated the birthmarks he was born with. It wasn’t fair. Why did they have to exist? Why did he have to be such a freak? With a rapid shake of his head, Silver put those things on. His worst suspicion was confirmed.
Anxiety flooded his chest when the glow persisted through the socks. Silver felt as though he was going to get really sick right then and there. He was near tears as he put his feet into the slippers. The glow was gone. A pair of thick socks, and the slippers were enough to mask his curse.
Even now, Silver still felt sick, in spite of the relief that had washed over him. At least he was safe.
The noise of the microwave could be heard down the hallway before the quiet beeping that it was done. Rebecca poured a bit more cold milk in the mixture to make sure it wasn’t too hot before mixing it all together and calling to Silver.
“Silver, the hot cocoa is ready! Come have a taste!”
There was the quiet tapping of Rebecca’s slippers on the wood floors as she carried the mugs to the dining area, placing one on the table while sitting down and taking a small sip.
Just the right temperature.
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