Emma.
I sat in the dark room, my knees pulled to my chest, face buried in my hands. The room was silent and the air was filled with the stale scent of untouched food and loneliness. I hadn’t eaten, hadn’t even sipped water in two days. It was as if every ounce of strength had drained out of me, leaving me hollow and numb. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and I didn't bother wiping them away.
Cassidy was there, hovering just by my bed. She’d brought linens and fresh clothes, even food. But each time she dropped the food, I grew nauseous and went to retch. Right there on the bedside table was cold coffee, stiff bread, and chicken soup that had lost its warmth. I hadn’t touched any of it.
“Luna, you can’t keep doing this. Please.” Cassidy's voice was soft, pleading, but I didn’t look up.
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