i miss you, i'm sorry → timothée chalamet.

OO3. → therapy

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therapy

late july 2021 ( two and a half months after ) - haley

TW // SELF HARM, ED

haley stared at herself in the mirror for the first time in weeks.

her complexion was sallow and her face was gaunt, and she bet that if she were to audition as a tim burton character, this would probably land her the role. those sleepless nights took a toll on her fast. she had the impulse to cut her soft, chocolate brown locks shoulder length the night before, even layering it, and adding bangs. honestly? it didn't look too bad, she just needed a shower. she looked like a walking corpse at that point, all skin and bone with red, puffy, bloodshot eyes and a runny nose.

a social media hiatus was necessary to let haley think and try to fix her mental state, which led to the deleting of instagram and twitter from her phone. the past month was spent watching netflix, scrolling tiktok (the one social media app she didn't delete), and writing music as a way to vent her feelings.

and as an act of rebellion (or so she liked to think), haley ordered a few bottles of champagne and drank alone every night as a way to drown out her sorrows. she liked to forget that she was the goody-two-shoes best friend for a while.

speaking of her friends, they still haven't had any contact for about a month, even though she and cole made up already. as much as haley hated to admit it, she missed her friends a lot. they were like her second family. which is why if she looked or felt any better she'd probably have reached out to them already, but she didn't want them to see her the way she was. she talked to her brother, who was still abroad, but kept it to only audio calls, since he'd notice something was wrong. she didn't want to bother him because he seemed to be having lots of fun with his boyfriend. he deserved a break.

then all of a sudden, like she summoned him or something, her phone rang. cole. haley attempted to ignore the ringing the first few times, but got so annoyed to the point where she ended up answering.

"cole."

"how're you doing?" he asked carefully. he didn't sound as hyper or goofy as he usually did.

"i'm alright." she replied immediately. it's a habit. haley was very obviously not fine, and he knew it.

"liar. i'm coming over, and i'm not gonna take no for an answer. you've isolated yourself from us long enough." cole wasn't about to change his mind.

"sure." she replied miserably. she got into the shower for the first time in days, and tried to fix herself up, making sure to put on a hoodie to cover her arms, and an elbow-length top.

just in case.

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"you okay?" cole asked her thirty minutes later as she sat in silence in the passenger seat. he raised his eyebrows and gave a knowing look, as if daring haley to lie to his face.