Tending Wounds

Placing the spoon aside and folding my arms on the table I leaned forward to keep my words.

"OK, if you don't want to have anything, that's fine. But I won't have breakfast alone; I don't like eating by myself. I was raised in an orphanage where all the kids used to eat together, so I am used to sharing meals with others." I stated when I was dying out of hunger.

Mentally I prayed for him to change his mind and have the food but he didn't respond. I gulped hard, if he didn't have anything then I was not sure about him but I would die of hunger.

And then, it clicked in! His trigger point. I knew I was playing with fire, something I wasn't particularly skilled at, but I felt like I had no other choice but to break through the walls he had built around himself, and the best way to do it was by attacking his weakness.