Ari’s breath came slowly, as if it were unsure of himself. He would try to do this with the least pain as possible. His victim watched him with fearful eyes. “Please, I just got married.” The man stammered.
Ari tried to be heartless. Ari tried to be callous. Ari tried not to look into the man’s eyes. “Go,” He whispered. “Please, just leave and don’t look back.” The figure retreated in the distance.
His hunger pains had gotten so bad that Ari often found himself huddled in corners, holding his stomach. “Hadassa,” his voice was barely a whisper as he left a message. “I can’t do it. I let him get away. You should be proud of me. If I continue like this, I won’t be able to see you any more. I don’t want to hurt you. Goodbye, Hadassa.” His head fell back against the wall.
“Ari?” Hadassa called from the other side of the door. “Open the door, Ari!”
The door fell open with a swift kick. “Stay there, Hadassa. Please, stay there.” But she wouldn’t listen.