"Here... eat."
I took out the meal I prepared for her today.
For the excuse that this is all part of the 'process' - that she needed to know what delicious food tastes like before I give her something that would any human puke, yet edible.
However... do I have the face to say it?
I pity Trisha.
Every pain that I inflict to her heaves my chest.
I forgot how I could act like this before without feeling the emotion they call 'guilt'
She looks so pitiful. I just handed her the harmless lunchbox but she would flinch then tremble. Looking at the meal at my hand, she was scared. But it didn't take long before the savory smell get to her.
Her body needs the energy to heal. Furthermore, although dawn has yet to arrive, I could say that more than half of a day had already passed. In other words, she skipped a meal already.
Trisha is careful, yet, hunger is not something anyone could endure.
Soon, she took it.
