"That sounds awful."

Matthew smiled lightly as he walked down the stairs. Although he was aware of her annoyance towards him, he didn't really mind. Because she was alive, he didn't really mind eating whatever it took to make sure that she was okay. Even if that meant that he had to cook for her every day.

After walking down the hall and stepping outside the kitchen, he immediately spotted Bella sitting at the table, eating silently. His gaze softened slightly as he noticed that her cheeks appeared much paler than normal. She obviously wasn't feeling well, and he didn't blame her.

She had spent the past few days trying...