Freya tiptoed into Seraphina's room, balancing a tray of food in her hands. The room was dim, the curtains drawn tight, shutting out the late evening sun. Seraphina lay curled up on her bed, her face pale, and her eyes hollow from the days of heartache she had endured. Freya's heart ached at the sight of her friend, the once bright and fierce Seraphina now reduced to a shell of her former self. She sighed softly, placing the tray on the small table beside the bed.
"Seraphina," Freya whispered gently, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Seraphina didn't respond, her body motionless except for the slight rise and fall of her chest. Freya touched her shoulder, shaking her lightly.
"Seraphina, you need to eat something," she coaxed. "Please, I know you don't feel like it, but you can't
