I went to the living room. I thought if I was working a bit, that would take my thoughts away. My Dad was busy today. He told her yesterday he wouldn't be able to come. I knew that he had taken her to eat. That's why I didn't worry that much, as I knew she was eating at least once a day.
I knew it was nothing, actually she was never too thin, but now I could see she was thinner than when she came here. I could say she was skinny, but I wanted her to ask me, I wanted her to beg me or just to have enough and leave me. That would be the worst.
I knew that I wouldn't let her go because I couldn't take the fact that she was not next to me. I was still in love with her, but I wasn't able to forgive her. I wanted her to scream at me, I wanted her to freak out. I wanted her to feel pain, becau
