Angel is trying not to cry. Holding back the tears that threaten to run out of her eyes every moment from now, his hands are holding hers and it feels like he is testing her with the gazing of his eyes.
“I’m hungry.” Angel says and he smiles.
“Here,” he hands her the plate and she begins to stuff her mouth with eggs. She is not hungry but she would do anything to avoid his question and his consistent gaze.
He tucks her hair behind her ear and watches her.
Angel chews slowly, her head is bent down to the food and she is still fighting the biggest slip of tears yet that threaten to run down her cheeks.
Is it good? Sawyer asks.
Hmm. She hums swallowing the students in her cheeks.
“I need a glass of water.” Angel says and he rushes out of the room to do her bidding considering he has t
