The look on his face was filled with pity, as his grey eyes held some sort of emotion that I had never seen. He was in my room, but he wasn't walking away from the door as one of his hands was holding a tray of food while the other hand was still on the door handle, but his eyes were fixed on me.

Some moments passed without him moving away from the door or saying anything to me, and I realised he had nothing to say. I needed time to be alone, to be away from people. I needed ...