Demein's POV
“She hasn't eaten breakfast and it is already noon. Are we going to sit here and let her starve herself to death?” Derek asked with mild irritation.
We were all sitting downstairs trying to concentrate on the volleyball match on the television. We couldn't go out anymore because of what happened in the morning.
Dylan had gone into her room using her clothes as an excuse. He had returned with a blank gaze and said he had told her that we all wanted her. She said she needed time but I was sceptical.
I was sure that the more seconds she stayed away from us the more she would pull into herself and probably see the wrong in the whole situation.
I didn't blame her for needing time to think about it. She was human and felt nothing like what we felt. Besides, the fact that sh
