The next few days dragged on. I was still in the mood to inflict pain on myself. The only reason I didn't was because I needed to be there for Emme. She had begun to look smaller as the week progressed. The first time those girls opened their mouths to insult Em, I told them to shut the hell up. And they stopped coming around and even bothering Em. She seemed happy but I knew she wasn't.
She hasn't slept over in about a week, and I was starting to miss her in my arms. "Come over tonight." I said while I ate lunch. She wasn't eating today, again. She had eaten all days prior to this, without throwing up. I was proud I felt like she was making progress. She begged me if she could skip today's lunch because she wasn't feeling too good.
"I'll see if I can. I think my parents are going out so I probably can."
I grinned and kissed her. "Can't wait."
"You taste like pickles." She said giggling.
She broke the kiss and held my hand. I couldn't wait for tonight.
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A/N
I'm such a bad person. This is a filler too let y'all know Im back. The next chapter will be longer. :)
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