Quietly, she focused on her meal, but this time, she couldn't eat anymore. She only picks at it.
" Water? " I asked, but she shook her head in the negative.
Silence fell between us. I have made her mood go sour with my jealousy. Great.
" I didn't need medical attention, " The silence was heavy until I spoke up. " What I required was psychological help. But even that has failed me, every time I have sought it "
" What are you talking about? "
" My allergy. I developed it when I am Thirteen " I told her softly. " It happens during my training section "
Immediately after these words, she frowns in confusion.
" What type of training would make a child lose his ability to eat any meal? "
I stop eating now to focus on her face. Here we go. I thought to myself.
" When I was young
