How Does It Feel?

Tasha left a few hours ago. Sitting in my silence, in my thoughts, is making me go insane.

I sigh, turning my head, and then I see the tray on my desk. My breath catches, and I reach for it, placing it on my lap on the bed.

There’s a little sticky note beside the drink and my heart drops down to my stomach. Ryker’s handwriting is scribbled across the note.

You haven’t eaten. Please, love.

My che