"You know one thing we don't have to worry about?" He asked, his torso leaning closer to tower over the table. His eyes were serious, hands folded under his chin.
"What?" I asked, hoping this would put an end to our bickering conversation.
"We will...
before you all kill me for not updating in two weeks, please hear me out.
my life has been kicking me in the ass lately. also, it's 4:30am right now where i am, so i did not proofread this. my grammar and spelling will suck, so please ignore that.
i haven't updated in two weeks because i've been working on a surprise for you all. please stay after reading the content in this chapter for the authors note at the bottom.
this bad boy is almost 7k words to make up for lost time. again, i'm so sorry. but, hopefully, the surprise is worth it ;)
also, thanks for 7k reads as well!
happy reading!
Lorelei
barcelona, spain
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day one-hundred fifty-five
well, i'm not anxious, but now i'm depressed.
thoughts that i haven't had in years find their way creeping back in at the most inconvenient times - while rehearsing, eating, sleeping, and it's compromising my physical health.
i don't feel like eating, ever.
my appetite is gone. it's not that i don't want to eat, it's that i can't. every time i smell food or try to take a bite of what's in front of me, i feel disgusted, revolted, like i could throw up any second. it's a disappointing feeling, and only anastasia has noticed. it's been hard trying to convince her that it's just because of the medicine.
