Emetophobia - Book 1 [ON HOLD]

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⚠️TW: mentions of vomit⚠️

I stood there in shock. 

Someone was actually in love with me for once in her life. 

This was the first time in ages it wasn't a dare.

I walked out of their room and say goodbye as she starts to walk home.

I started to walk home, headphones in. I put her hood up as I felt a drip of rain on my hair. The rain is my favourite kind of weather. I am an Pluviophile. I continue walking, when I see a party in the popular dude's house. I ignore it and walk the rest of the way home. I unlock the door. Dad's not home yet. I head to my room and lay down on my bed. What if someone throws up tomorrow because their hungover from that party?  Auegh.. And that's why I'm never invited to parties.

I could think of the endless possibilities for hours on end. I suddenly received a message from her dad.

D: Siobhan, do you need anything on my way home?

I reply.

S: Hmmmm, I don't need anything. But I only had Tortilla chips for dinner because the bowl was filled with trigger foods.

Dad responded back.

D: I'll get you something special, I should be home in 5ish minutes, love you :)))

S: Love you too, dad.

I put down my phone, and went over to my mirror. 

I miss you Mom, why couldn't of you been saved?..

My emetophobia is gonna take over my life. 

Oh wait.

It already has...

*Pluviophile (N.)

A lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days.