Our Messed Up Lives

7 Eat, Throw Up. Daily Routine.

The same night after the park, Em stayed the night again. I held her in my arms and stroked her hair as she talked to me.

My windows were cracked which left a chill throughout my room. We were curdled up under my coves.

We talked about weird things, like our favorite cheeses and we talked about deep things.

But somehow or another we ended up talking about the crash. We didn't get into much detail about it, because it mad Emery cry. And I couldn't stand to hear her cry.

"Baby. Lets go to sleep."

She yawned. "Okay."

I turned off the light and layers back down with her. My arms wrapped around her. It might of been my imagination but I'm pretty sure she whispered. "I love you."

But I was already half asleep.

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The next morning we woke up and I kissed her forehead.

"What do you want to do today?"

I asked leaning on my elbow.

She opened her green eyes and said, "Whatever."

I brushed my hands through my hair and bit my lip. "Whatever?" I winked.

She pushed my chest and I laughed.

"I'm just kidding babe. Why don't I make something to eat?"

She sighed. "Okay."

So I got up and cooked for both of us. She ate, thankfully. And I made sure she didn't go to the bathroom for at least 45 minutes.

When she finally did, I found her in the bathroom throwing up.

"Em." I said upset with tears in my eyes. She didn't understand every time she did this it killed me.

"It's not me I swear! I don't feel good."

I walked over to her and felt her face. She wasn't hot. I looked at her. "What's wrong then."

"I don't know I just felt queasy. But it's passed."

"Why don't we go lay on the couch then."

I walked her into the living room and laid us down on the couch with a blanket over us.

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Sorry it's so short:p I just wanted to let y'all know I'm still writing this:)