MY LOST, MY LOVE

WENDY:

I woke from my weary state, stretching tremulously to Park’s call. My eyes took minutes to open up to his voice and adjust to his bedroom.

Park took the initiative to provide and care for me, and I intently embraced it vigorously as I craved support.

“Wen,” he called, tapping me gently. “Wake now.”

“Why?” I snuggled deeper into his pillow, refusing to bulge.

“You need to eat something, come on.”

As beaten as I was, I still find the need to eat. I am one of the two humans who doesn’t lose appetite no matter the breakdown. I may be a pecker-eater and equal to be without food, but I never skip a meal.

I walked sleepily down the stairs to the living room, and unexpectedly, Nicholas was in the dining area looking over at me. His presence woke me whole, and I stared back as surprised as I was.

I ought not to be happy with him; he had chosen his business when I needed him most, but seeing him over there has never made me happy.

He kept looking at me without a word. I understand Nichol