"We will not eat unless you talk," he went on. Friya grumbled at him, repulsing, "Do you think I'll be frightened with you? I'm much older than you, Fernand."
"Just say what's bothering you, Friya."
"Yeah, it was Sean. End of conversation." She wanted him to shut up as soon as possible. No wonder everyone she met talked about Sean. It was an endless topic, and she was so tired of it. The bottomless pit of annihilation has opened up again. She sulked her shoulders down as she scoop up a little of the soup.
"It was Sean, I knew it." Fernand picked up the spoon and started scooping up the rice. Friya sighed as she knew she's going to have a debate with her. She licked her lips, trying to eradicate anything that may inflict on Sean's identity.
"I know you wanted to eradicate those thoughts away from Sean, but we couldn't, Friya. Sean had been a part of your life---"
