"emily, is that you?"
she felt his hand wrapped around her fragile self
and she stood up
and left
the library,
left him sitting there
thinking.
she left him
to his own destructive
thoughts.
and with that,
she walked home,
wishing that she couldn't feel.
and as she entered her house,
she made it to the steps
and everything went
black.
she couldn't see,
just like he hadn't.
they didn't find her until that afternoon.
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Short Storystory #1 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | eating disorder she just wanted to be skinny for him; she wanted to be the kind of girlfriend he'd be proud to have, even if he couldn't see her. he just wanted to see her, to be able to tell her she was...
