"After this, you need to eat something. Don't you want to eat?" His words, laced with concern, were a feeble attempt to pull her back from the brink of despair.
But Emma's patience shattered like glass, the weight of her burden too heavy to bear.
She didn't crave food or medication.
What she needed was something Bright couldn't possibly understand at that moment.
With a flick of her wrist, she knocked the glass from his hand. It crashed to the floor, shattering, the sound echoing through the room like the breaking of her own inner composure.
Bright stepped back, startled by her sudden outburst, as Emma buried her face in her hands, the tears that she had been holding back now free to fall.
Her body shook with silent sobs and laughs, each heave a testament to the pain she felt inside—a pain for which there was no remedy.
