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𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐭 (𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧) - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐮𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.
In which there's a world you can be whisked away to that's filled with the kind, comfor...
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┏━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┓
❝𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.❞
┗━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┛
Warning: Eating disorders
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❥ Encapsulating her, the walls of pulsing disgust torments her as they slowly cave in - especially mixed with the crushing guilt that always inevitably followed. Her fingers clutch onto the unfeeling, cold metal spine of the fork, dragging it along the malleable clump of mashed potatoes, occasionally stabbing it - leaving imprints of the four prongs - before resorting to scooping up a small, manageable amount, grimacing when she swallows it.
Makoto had went through all this trouble to make a meal that she'd previously enjoyed: roasted salmon with lemon, assortment of steamed vegetables and seasoned new potatoes (however she'd mushed and squashed those potatoes into a thick, lumpy mash). A meal that she knew was healthy for her - on paper - with lots of attributes and vitamins, but at the same time, her stomach congealed at the idea of eating anything whatsoever.
