“It's very good, you'll like it and..”
"I'm not hungry Georgianna, thank you." interrupted her Isadore, refusing the slice of cake that the girl was offering her.
She knew that Georgianna was worried about her but couldn't bring herself to eat, Isadore forced herself to give the girl a smile instead but couldn't and pretended not to notice the sigh that the latter held back.
"I'll leave you to rest." replied Georgianna, knowing that insisting wouldn't help.
"Mhh.." nodded Isadore, continuing to force herself to smile until the girl had taken her leave but once alone she was no longer able to contain the affliction that had been raging inside her for days, consuming her strength.
She was tired.
To live.
And suffer.
Continuing to breathe day after day was a torture, a nightmare from
