“Some liar you are."
His gnawing hunger, exhaustion, and throbbing pain ebbed away. In its place, something welled up from deep within. Sadness, loneliness ― it wasn’t quite either. What was it? A hot bead rolled down his cheek. It took him a while to understand that they were tears. He had long forgotten what it was like to cry. It tasted salty, like over-salted soup.
Nezumi propped his knees up and put his head down on them. Slowly, he swallowed the tears that seeped into his mouth.
(Source: naisdick, via it-maker)