Sanders Sides Role Play Prompts

You Said You Were Okay...

Triggers: depression, numbness, loneliness, eating disorders, potentially anything that is caused by eating disorders (passing out, vomiting, etc.)
My character: Logan Belmont, age 16

Y/c: ❤, age 16 (Any side, Emile and Remy, ocs are welcome)

To put it simply, Logan hadn't been doing his best. He had started to distance himself from one of his only friends due to the toxicity of their friendship, which was probably the only good thing he had gotten out of this whole mess. Unfortunately, this was the one person he had relied on and had been close to for so many years. Instead of feeling upset about all of this, Logan pushed down his negative emotions, he just didn't have time for them.

As time went on, these feelings kept building up, leading to even more issues. He was unmotivated, constantly exhausted, his sleeping schedule was never consistent, and he felt numb towards almost everything. There were a couple people that he could be somewhat happy around, though. One of them was an online friend from out of state, who he loved to talk to every night. The other was his friend (and crush-) ❤. Some people had picked up on the fact that Logan and his old friend had suddenly stopped hanging out, but whenever somebody brought it up, he just brushed it off. He had just stopped showing up at lunch one day with no explanation, but walked around the school with ❤ instead.

Another reason he never talked about this "falling apart" of sorts was because it constantly reminded him of this one thing his "friend" told him months ago. "You know, you're really skinny and only getting thinner. I can tell, it's really obvious." Hence why he now wore hoodies all the time. They went on and on, yelling at him at one point and getting a bunch of strangers involved. Since then, it only got worse and Logan finally had the courage to just leave.

Now he and ❤ were walking around the empty halls together, ❤ had their lunch tray in hand. Once again, just like every day, Logan didn't bring anything with him, only keeping his arms crossed and not even once glancing at the tray in ❤'s hands.