"My love." Gary calls when he enters Siv's dark room. It is already afternoon, but she is still in bed. She has been like this for the last two days, since her grandmother's funeral.
Gary walks to the other side of the bed that Siv is facing. She is not sleeping, but she does not want to get up. He crouches next to the bed and stokes her hair.
"My love, don't you want to eat something?" Gary asks. It is too dark to see her eyes clearly, but he knows that they are red from crying. "You have not eaten anything since yesterday morning." Siv is silent and just stares at him.
"I think we should not be together." She utters, taking Gary by surprise.
"What? What do you mean?" He asks with a frown.
"People around me get hurt, or die." She breathes.
"Surely, you don't blame yourself for great aunt Thyra's death." Gary says as he caresses her face.
