C57 Amelia's POV

“Tada!”. I chirped gesturing to the table filled with food I made for him. He looked at the table and then at me with empty eyes. “What? You don’t like it?”. I asked suddenly feeling like I’d overstepped my boundary.

“No, I love it. It’s perfect, love”. He said but his voice sounded empty as well.

“Then what’s wrong? You don’t look so good”