Jun 23, 2019
@thegoldentelepath
The food arrives at her door, but the door never opens. Whisper is silent on the other side in her room, sat in her bed with her pillow pressed against her face. She can hear Gold’s voice outside, concerned, and she can smell the food... and it smelled good. But she wasn’t hungry. She has no appetite, and hasn’t had one since losing her mask.
She feels like she doesn’t deserve to eat. Not after all of this. A low huff escapes her, but not loud enough to be heard past the door. To Gold, she wouldn’t be in the wrong to make an assumption that Whisper wasn’t even in her room at all, given how quiet it is.