The boy was seated, with his head in his hands while his elbows rested on the bed. His back was bent into an arc. Without shifting his position, the boy glanced up at her, contempt blazing in his eyes. She turned to go but he grabbed the tray and flung it across the floor forcefully. Momentarily, she paused then trudged out of the room before he could see the tears which had trickled down her cheek.

The girl settled in front of the television, feeling secure that the boy was in her hands. Nevertheless, her face appeared crestfallen. “I can’t turn back now” she murmured under her breath to herself, “I want you too much.”