Eden pulled himself up against the island, focusing on his breathing and resting his head on the smooth wood, watching Samantha with tired eyes. He was tempted to speak, since writing alone felt as if it required too much energy. He opened his mouth, but no words could break free. He sighed, he couldn't talk even if he wanted to. He was simply mentally crippled, therefore he unable to verbally communicate with other people. Long story short, it was frustrating as hell. He was staring at her with unblinking eyes, thinking. He thought about how strange it felt to have someone to actually give a fraction of a fuck. Why did she even care? No one else ever did. She was an enigma...
He didn't even realize how long he's been staring before he started writing again.
I'm sure. He licked his lips as he glanced at his fallen apple. Sighing, he added: I really wanted to finish that...I just need a moment to gather my strength. Do me a favor, talk about something. Anything. I need to stop thinking about them.
He hated conversations, but he needed to take his mind off of almost being choked out.