Wrecked inside
Making her sit over the couch of her living room, Clara slowly brought her a glass of water with a small bowl of some cookies to calm her down. Eva was still sobbing silently, lowering her head down with a dismayed look prevailing all over her face.
"Have something. I bet...you haven't consumed a drop of either water or a piece of food until now." She placed the tray before on the table anxiously looking at her.
"I...don't want it..." She declared.
"Eva, what you will get from torturing yourself like this? Why don't you ever listen to me--"
"I am scared...Clara..." Before she could conclude her words, her sonorous pitch sounded much intense and husky. She sat still, squirming her fingers and trying hard to endure the inner turmoil she was striving through.
Looking at her with a sad gaze, Clara slowly sat beside her on the couch and tenderly tapped her arm to comfort her. "Eva, I can understand what you are feeling inside..."