Nefretiri
"Hey," Ivan walked into the room, seeing me sitting by the window. I glanced at him before looking back outside. "I brought you something to eat."
"I'm not hungry," I mumble, rubbing my legs before resting my head on the glass.
"Baby, you need to eat." I hear him set the tray down, and suddenly, I'm pulled away from the window.
I knew he was right, but I couldn't. It's been three days since the attack, and my body was finally starting to feel normal again. My mind was a different story. I wasn't depressed, but I wasn't alright. What happened the other day was too much for us to cope with, and it felt even worse for me.
"Is Pen-Pen doing alright?" I can't talk about myself. It's not that I'm trying to avoid talking. It's that every time I try, it hurts. So it's easier to focus on something else. "What about William?"