Dianna and Sam were sitting in a booth at arby's. Sam had paused from his eating to help his girlfriend. He knew she wouldn't eat but he didn't know why and that both frustrated and scared him.
"Dianna you have to eat," he told her after awhile.
"No I don't," she said annoyed.
"Ok fineā¦.maybe you don't."
"Oh it's so easy for you Sam."
"Why is this so hard for you?"
"I don't know. god!"
Well that was obviously the wrong thing to say.
"Look I'm worried about you. And it frustrates me that you won't eat."
"How do you think I'm still alive?"
"Honestly? I don't know."
"Yeah neither do i."
"It's because your body wants you to live even if your head doesn't," the voice of Rachel informed them.
"Yeah but then we have to figure out why you don't."
"I never said I didn't."
"Dianna don't you realise what you're doing to yourself?"
"I realise it every f-" at which point she looked down at Melissa, "every day."
"Then why do you still do it?"
"Because it's not that simple."
She left the restaurant Sam standing to go after her. Rachel put her hand on his arm.
"No. let her have time," she told him.
He looked at her; "Rachel it's getting dark I can't just."
"I know. But let her have time."
"Ok."
And with that he sat back down.
