I don't have a sense of taste-- it has dulled due to the same accident as the one that paralyzed by arm and leg. [matter-of-fact, as if simply delivering a report of his work that day.

this is something he would never have told anyone unless he trusted them explicitly. in fact, only one person knows this. two, now. he couldn't help himself-- as a man with so many secrets, telling the truth because it's expected of him in this moment was... inevitable.]

But as I bit into it, I felt a certain texture. It could have been toffee, caramel, or butterscotch.