TW: Issues around food/hunger; may be triggering for those with an ED
From the Private Journal of XXXXXXXXXXXXXX (Name Redacted).
Dated only by year, not month: 1979.
"... You seem to have taken to this spot."
His words to me, words that grate their way through the air awkwardly
Forced words
The first words he's spoken to me since the day she left
Three days ago
Narrowing my eyes out the window
I take several more seconds to study the grey morning sky
The tree branches swinging back and forth in the wind
And finally, most mesmerising of all
The way the rain clings to the glass panes in fat, ripe droplets
Finally turning from my perch on the window nook, I give him the quickest, most dismissive glance I can manage
"It's a spot just like any other."
Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, he holds my gaze and nods nervously, "Right. Yet it feels like I always see you here ..."
He's waiting for me to reply
To fill in the silence between us
To meet him halfway
... Well, I won't do it
Call me a sadist
Perhaps I am
Because I want to see him sit in his discomfort
I want to see him struggle over me
Over this
And so, rather than reply, I merely sigh irritably
And then, rolling my eyes at him, I turn my attention back out the window
I expect to hear the sound of him backing away
His retreat
... But he doesn't move
Instead, clearing his throat, he tries again, "You didn't come to breakfast this morning."
"Not hungry."
"We've gone over this. You need -"
Whipping my head back around, I fix him a positively lethal stare
It's enough apparently, and the words die in his throat
A beat of extremely unpleasant silence, then another
Once again, I turn away, "I'm trying to study the rain."
"Study the ..."
"The rain. And you're interrupting."
"..."
"..."
"... Will you take lunch with me?"
"No."
"Dinner?"
"No."
His patience now truly stretched to its limit, his voice comes out tight, "... Do you want her to return to a corpse, then? Is that your aim here?"
"Don't be ridiculous. Of course not."
"Then please -"
The desperation in his tone, too difficult for me to stay truly hardened against
Turning back, our eyes meet yet again
My voice, pure venom, "... Please WHAT?"
"Please, just ... lunch or dinner. One of the two, at least ..."
"... I'll eat tomorrow."
Staring back at me as though he's fighting the urge to fall apart, he begins to step back
Away from me, and towards the door
"You'll eat tomorrow ..."
"I'll eat tomorrow."
And when the door creaks shut behind him, when I'm finally completely alone and back to studying the rain, I whisper under my breath:
"... Perhaps. Perhaps I'll eat tomorrow."
Probably not, though
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