Freya’s POV
He left, everyone leaves me, before I can continue with my bad thoughts, Gael comes back with a basket.
“Hey, sorry I left abruptly, I remember my mum told me that you didn’t eat anything.” He says, pulling the small portable table towards me. The thought of eating something makes me want to puke. I can’t eat, no, this body is the reason my parents died. He lays everything on the table, I can’t even look at it, so I look away. I am hungry, but I really can’t.
“Hey, why are you looking away?” he asks, full of concern.
“I don’t want to eat Gael.” I say trying so hard, and taking deep breaths. I don’t want to embarrass myself by throwing up.
“Why Freya, you have been here for two days already, and you haven’t had any solid food.” He says as he uses his hand to turn my face
