he asked again.
"if..."
she spoke.
her voice was raspy.
"if i eat, you stop beating yourself up about your disability."
he hesitated for a second.
"i can try..."
she held up her hand, and his hand, touching their little fingers together, "pinkie swear?"
he did the same as they locked together, him smiling goofily, "pinkie swear"
that was good enough for her as she took a deep breath.
bringing the little
plastic spoon into the
bowl of apple sauce.
and placing a small amount onto it.
and
she
ate.
DU LIEST GERADE
perfect ✓
Kurzgeschichtenstory #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...
