Even the promise of a pre-summer holiday could do little to lighten up her mood. Just an hour earlier, she was surprisingly cheerful but now, all she wanted to do was to be invisible and cry. Chocolate bar after chocolate bar, waffle after waffle - the poisons were endless, and her stomach screamed at her to stop. She knew, that none of that will bring him back, nor help her complete that difficult task at hand, but what could she do?
Those seats around her were empty, and she was very much alone. She was sure no one would want to be there to hear her scream, anyway. So sick of the food she was, but her mind seemed disconnected and very distant. The easier way out, was also the more cowardly of options, but the thought of accepting that invite was so very tempting.
Next week, just next week, things will change. Or will they?
Perhaps they were all just part of the lies she had been feeding herself.
