Mr. Sin shook his head. Telling her she didn't need to apologize. Though he couldn't bear to look her in the eye now, Mr. Sin gave the witch a thumbs up and left the room, heading for the kitchen.
Cooking calmed Mr. Sin. The very moment he started washing the vegetables, the metric ton of sorrow began to lift from his barely beating heart. He didn't blame the witch- She called him by his real name from time to time, usually during intense, albeit one-sided, conversations. She always apologized, and Mr. Sin always started cooking afterwards.
With the vegetables cleaned, he set them out on his personal cutting board and began chopping. Though his hands were large and his flesh partially rotten, his chopping was expert level.
Hearing his real name was a great depressant. He missed feeling Alicia's hands caress his skin, the way he'd lay his head in her lap when they had their picnics and watched clouds roll by...
The zombie's chopping slowed to a halt. His large hands trembled on the handle of the knife as he stared blankly at the cutting board.
The way she played with his hair back then. Gently tugging at it as they watched clouds roll by. How she'd hug his head...
Mr. Sin put his knife and hand over the sink and stabbed himself in the palm. The blade sunk all the way through til the handle was pressing against his palm, thick black blood slowly dribbling down the stainless steel as if it were thick as syrup. The zombie craned his head back in relief as he was able to feel. Though the sensation was faint, the sharp pain- as if being poked by a thumbtack- lingered in his flesh. He revelled in this. The faint ability to feel. Even if it was only a slight pain. He felt it. He could still feel. That meant he was still human... right?
Mr. Sin removed the blade from his palm and set it in a bowl of bleach to clean. He washed his hands again and made sure the wound was no longer bleeding before returning to cooking.
The meal was a simple one. Hamburgers and french fries. Mr. Sin preferred to slice and dice his ingredients rather than leave whole rings of onion and tomato, or large leaves of lettuce- it was annoying how those ingredients always slid out of the burger with each bite, or you got too much in one bite. So he had these set to the side- A pile of sliced onions, a pile of diced tomatoes, potatoes, a freshly washed head of lettuce, a bowl of ground beef. Salt, pepper, seasoning salt, vegetable oil, butter, vinegar-
Mr. Sin was ready to cook. He became calmed as he began preheating the stove, prepping the grill, prepping the onions to be caramelized. A wave of warmth gently spread throughout his body, emanating from his chest as he began shaping the patties then seasoning them. If he could smile, he would be at this moment.
Mr. Sin was at peace.