After I saw the time, I was almost late for dinner. I went to the bathroom to prepare myself and then went downstairs to the dining hall. I sat down next to Vincent, who gave me a worried look. I cleaned myself up; I looked normal, yet he saw right through me and knew I was crying. I couldn't look him in the eyes. I kept my head down, looked at my food, and ate. The table was quiet, and no one dared to make any noises or start a conversation. I slowly picked at my food, not starving. I could feel Vincent staring at me, but I didn't look back. I finally looked over at him after hearing his chair push back against the wooden floor, making a loud sound. Vincent came up to me and pulled me closer to him. He buried his face in my neck. "Why are you avoiding me..? Why were you crying..?" he asked in a soft yet deep voice.
