she trailed her
fragile fingers
over his lightly freckled cheek.
"tell me why..."
she heard him whisper
and traced the
tear stains weakly.
her hands were shaking
slightly.
and she counted.
she counted the
tears that
poured.
and she was confused.
all this time she hadn't realized
that what she thought would help,
costed his tears.
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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...
