Having done a meal tailored to perfection, Darius hoped that it would be one of those times you would actually eat. It was pasta with meatballs, your childhood favourite. The vibrant colours that once danced upon the plate now appear muted, as if a veil of melancholy has been cast upon them. The taste that once enlightened your taste buds now seemed distant and unattainable, like a forbidden treasure locked away. The warm brown eyes of Darius surveyed your every reaction as you took a bite or two before putting down your utensils. The fork that had only just picked up a portion of spaghetti now lay dormant on the plate. Darius had to hide his disappointment when you barely touched your food. He did his best to encourage you, his voice soft and gentle, "It's delicious sweetheart, just try a little bit more." Darius's brow furrowed as he looked at the mostly untouched plate, his eyes shifting up to look at your face.