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her pov

(her mindset on everything w/ a slight flashback)


"she's soft and sound" they said but little did they know i was soaked in pain. all of my thoughts are racing through my mind as mike's steady breathe beats against my shoulder and he holds me as if i'd leave him cold and alone again. i regret leaving him that voicemail. all i've done since then is try to eat as little as possible without dying and try to not think about michael any chance i get. i don't know what he sees in me and even if i did i probably would disagree with every single reason as to why he loves me. i not only do it so he can have a beautiful, skinny girlfriend, but so i can look in the mirror and feel as hot as he says i am. he once told me he only wanted the best for me he paused and he pointed to himself and said "otherwise known as me babydoll" i know i want to be with him forever. he's everything i could ask for and more. i want to grow old with him so when we're like 85 and i look over at him from my awkward granny rocking chair and fist bump him and say "we did it baby" and he'll smirk and wrap his wrinkled hands around mine. we can't do that unless i'm as close to perfect i can be. he'll soon be disgusted with me if i carry on the way i was before i left him.

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