"I have no appetite. Just eat it," Anya seemed to have lost her zest for life. Her eyes seemed to have lost its lights and her body looked shriveled.
Tara lowered her head as she poured the warm soup into two bowls. While doing so, her tears unconsciously fell on the table.
She took a deep breath and tried to hold back her tears. When she turned around, a smile came back to Tara's face.
"Come on, eat with me. I'll tell you a funny incident at the clinic," Tara put two bowls and two spoons on the table. After that, she took Anya's hand and asked her to stand up.
"Tara, I really don't want to eat," Anya sat in front of the window, not wanting to move from there.
"I've been tired all day and don't have the strength anymore to pull you. At least, keep me company over there," Tara hugged Anya's arm. "Anya... Anya! Accompany me, please!"
