for weeks,
he visited her
at the hospital.
he asked her to take a bite
every
single
time.
and he went to therapy,
god, he went to therapy for her,
as she suggested.
and he h a t e d it.
but with her,
he didn't think
about his eyesight or lack thereof.
with her he felt.
with her he heard.
with her he saw with the eyes of his imagination.
she didn't notice his disability,
he didn't love her any less for her anorexia,
which she was slowly
overcoming.
and through their destruction,
they learned that perfect
is just a nonexistence created
by insecurities
of
the
mind.
their story only just began.
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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...
