12 January 2013
I take in the scenery around me. I'm tired of the familiar faces I see. I catch a glimpse of her as she glides effortlessly to our table. Her face isn't familiar anymore.
She pushes her tray away and leans back. I can't help thinking she needs to eat. The bones in her face stick out painfully. Under her baggy sweater, I can still see the skin stretched tight over the bones. Her lips are white and cracked. Her hair sticks in tuffs all over her head.
I remember her from what she was before. Chunky, red faced, long silky blonde hair. It's unnerving looking at her now.
"Why aren't you eating?" The words escape my mouth before I can stop them.
"I'm not hungry." She shrugs me off.
I just nod. She's okay. I force that thought down my throat. She'll be okay, she is okay. She isn't my problem. Little did I know.
Opuss № I