Me and Corbin sat at the table. It wasn't long, in fact it was short enough for us to still see the details in each other's faces. I grabbed my spoon and pick up the scrambled as and slowly moved it towards my mouth. "Why are you trembling?" Corbin asked. "No reason, I'm gonna eat." She walked up to me and grabbed my spoon and moved it towards my mouth. "Do you want to eat? You don't have to. Just tell me why." She asked. "Sorry but I don't like eating in front of people." She grabbed my hand and placed the spoon down. "Why?" "I…I don't feel comfortable opening my mouth. What if I look stupid while doing it or eating too fast?" She rubbed my hair and smiled at me. "You're beautiful but human. Not everyone can be beautiful twenty-four seven." "But…" "Corvin…it's okay. It's not healthy to not eat.I get your struggles, but please, aren't you hungry?" My eyes dropped to the floor as the silence ripped through my mind. "Yes, I'm starving."
She grabbed the spoon again and placed it in front of me. Does she think I'm a chi- "I love you Corvin. Please remember that." She said. I looked at her for a moment before opening my mouth to take a bite. A tear crawled down my face as I said quietly. "It's delicious." Corbin grabbed onto my delicate pale hands, I couldn't help myself gravitate my eyes towards her. If this is my life from now on, I don't want to change it. "Corbin, we should go outside." I said. My face stood still, my eyes wide open, my mouth straight, my- "Why are you smiling like that?" Corbin said. Huh? "Oh, I'm…I…I didn't…I c-" "You didn't even realize didn't you?" She giggled before backing up. "I've noticed that you love to be ignorant about your habits." She opened the window and looked outside. "It looks good outside so we go." She said as I stood up from the dinner table and lifted up my shirt to look at my stomach. She patted my belly before walking away. "You're not fat yet bro." She said with a wink.
What is she implying? I was just checking what Corvin's body looks like. Based on my observation, Corvin's body and my body aren't different. We even look the same, so that confirms it. This place isn't real, but does that even matter? If that doesn't matter what does? If I do nothing, will this last forever? But…what about Charles and John? I turned my head to the mirror only to see Claire staring back at me. The screeching of crows ripping through my thoughts.
I can't…I'm sorry. I don't want to leave. I can't leave.