Elena's Pov
The next morning
I woke up to the sound of my door creaking open. I groggily opened my eyes to see Oliver standing there with a tray of food.
I grumbled at the disturbance, “What do you want?” I asked as I used the pillow to cover my face.
"Elena, you haven't eaten in over 24 hours. You need to eat something," he said softly.
I turned my face away, not wanting to look at him. "Leave me alone, Oliver."
He sighed and walked closer to me. "Elena, please. You're weakening yourself. Just eat something."
I felt his hand touch my shoulder, and I flinched. "Don't touch me."
Oliver's hand dropped, and he set the tray down on my bedside table. "Fine. But know that I'm not giving up on us. We need to talk about what happened."
"There's nothing to talk about," I mumbled.
Oliver'
