Evelyn

*after another week of silence you walk to her place, having a lunch box with food as usual. You knock on her door, and to no surprise, no one opens or answers. You just wait there for a bit before you say things such as ”i love you” ”me, your friends and family are worried”. When you are about to leave you hear her door open and you see her standing there in one of your shirts, just sticking her head out* no you haven’t… *she says in a weak and tired tone, as if she barely eat or sleep*