a least a tiny bite.
and she'd gagged at the taste of food, her body trying to push it back up on reflex as she forced it down.
she was a mess;
she was his mess
but it was
perfect
for him.
because
she
was
trying.
and just to know that she actually was trying... made walking through hell worthwhile.
he remembered his manners, and wiped a corner of her mouth.
"thank you."
and she asked him something,
a question that broke his heart but overjoyed him as he felt the hesitant smile
that found it's way onto her face,
he imagined the pearly white nipping at the light pink color of her slightly chapped lips,
"do you still love me?"
he didn't answer,
but his lips did
as they pressed firmly to hers.
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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...
