Marcus said, "You didn't eat much last night. You must be starving now. Is there anything you fancy? I can whip up something for you."
Ever since Granny Rebecca passed away, Cornelia barely ate anything, but she didn't feel hungry. "I don't have an appetite, but everyone needs breakfast. I'll freshen up and get it ready."
"I'll go with you," Marcus offered.
"Okay," Cornelia replied.
......
Their bathroom was quite spacious, so it didn't feel cramped even with both of them in there.
Cornelia started brushing her teeth. Marcus was watching her through the mirror, making her feel a bit uneasy. "Why are you staring at me like that?"
Marcus suddenly pulled her into his arms. "Cornelia, if you're hurting, let it out. Don't bottle it all up, okay?"
She hadn't said a word, hadn't shown any signs of grief in front of anyone. She kept herself under wraps, not letting anyone see the real her. Seeing her like this made Marcus worry even more.
Leaning into his chest, listening to his steady and rhythmic heartbeat, it seemed like she was drawing strength from him. "My grandma wouldn't want me to be sad, so I'll be strong, I'll be brave, I won't let her worry."
"Cornelia!" Marcus spoke in a deep voice, anger seeping into his tone. "Granny Rebecca wants you to not feel sad, because she wants you to actually be okay, not suppress your feelings. Cry if you want to, you don't always have to be strong..."
Everyone, including herself, had told her to be brave and strong since she was a child. She had no parents, so she had to be strong. But Marcus was the first one to tell her that she didn't always have to be strong.
Cornelia looked up at him, a tear silently rolled down her cheek. "Can I really... not be so strong?"
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