a sunshine boy meets a broken girl
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"ugh I hate packing "
"I'll help " I shrug .
"no , I'll do it on my own " she says checking the clothes on the hanger
"but you hate packing "
"I hate breathing too , I do that just fine "...
(A/n: please skip this chapter if your not comfortable reading hospital scenes or about eating disorders. )
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I stood in front of the full-length mirror, barely recognizing the reflection staring back at me. My eyes, sunken and framed by dark circles, seemed lifeless. My skin, pale and fragile, stretched over the bones of my face. I ran a hand through my tangled hair, feeling more disconnected from myself than ever. But I didn't have time to dwell on it. With a deep breath, I turned away from the mirror and braced myself for another day of endless meetings and looming deadlines.
"I hope you realize you're doing it again," Grace said, walking beside me.
"What do you mean?" I asked, quickening my pace, trying to escape her concern.
"It's been a week, Ivy. You're barely sleeping, you're never home, and you're working until dawn."
"I can't stop, Grace. Not when my singing career is on the line. I'm not about to embarrass myself in front of everyone." My voice wavered, betraying the fear I tried to suppress. I heard her exhale sharply.
"Ivy, you need to take a break. This isn't sustainable."
"I will," I promised, even though we both knew it wasn't true. I couldn't afford to stop, not now. Stopping meant thinking about him, and I couldn't bear that.
The pressure of transitioning from modeling to singing was far heavier than I'd anticipated. Everyone expected perfection, and I was determined to deliver-even if it meant destroying myself in the process.
"Okay, we're ready. 1, 2, and go," the director called out.
I nodded, gripping the microphone tighter. The notes seemed further out of reach than ever, Grace's words echoing in my mind.
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By the time I reached home, exhaustion had hollowed me out. "Surprise, Shawty!" Maddie's voice rang out, full of excitement. But before I could respond, everything started to spin. My vision blurred, and the floor seemed to rise up to meet me. My legs buckled, and I collapsed onto the cold, hard ground. The last thing I saw was my reflection in a nearby mirror, distorted by pain and exhaustion, before everything went black.
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