𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑, 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑. 𝙼𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚈𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗-𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚜𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗. "𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚒𝚕." 𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎.
𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛. 𝙸 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎. "𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎." 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍. 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚋 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛. "𝙷𝚘𝚠'𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛?" 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢. "𝙸'𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝." 𝙸 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎. 𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚣𝚣𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔. "𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐?" 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙸 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. "𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝙹𝚊𝚔𝚎?" 𝙸 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍. "𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍..." 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏𝚏. 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚞𝚙. "𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝?" 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍.
"𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚝. 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢. 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢." 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚋 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚐. "𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝.. 𝙷𝚊𝚕'𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘𝚘. 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝. 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝?" 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚋 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢.
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FanfictionHalle "honey" Stratford, the kindest girl to walk cousins, is faced with the perpetual challenge of choosing the right boy, the boy she wants, and the boy she thinks her late father would have liked the most. Halle has faced with an eating disorder...
