2k reads cool....... No but seriously, thank you so much, I didn't expect this to take off as much as it has.
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Joes POV
I stay at Zoe's for another week and the time comes for me to go back home. I can't make Caspar suspect anything. I have eaten more than I would have liked to and I feel so disgusting, I feel like a failure. I wanted to stay thin, and I couldn't help myself. The empty feeling was becoming too much and I had to fill it. As soon as I get home, the diet starts again.
It will be hard, I know. Trying to hide it from Caspar will be that hardest part.
Zoe helps me pack my stuff and drives me to the train station, as I get out of the car, she grabs my hand,
"Are you sure you'll be okay?" She asks.
"I'll be fine," I reassure her "Caspar will be home tomorrow"
"Okay, well call me, if you need anything" I nod and close the door.
I sleep for most of the journey. It's dark by the time I get back to London, and the apartment is eerily quiet without Caspar.
My stomach rumbles
"Shut up, you're full enough" I hiss.
My stomach persists though and I eventually give in and find myself raiding the cupboard for something. Anything to fill the empty space.
I find a box of tuna pasta and a bottle of water. I sit down to eat in front of the TV.
I get a text from Caspar:
Hey Jojo, my plane got delayed so won't make it home until late tomorrow.
See you then, C <3
I smile and kiss my phone screen.
I finish the pasta and clean the apartment.
By the time I've finished, it's 1:30 in the morning.
I slip on one of Caspar's hoodies and fall into a deep slumber.
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Sorry this chapter was short but I'm suffering from serious writers block.
Sorry this took ageeeeeees to update but um, here you go. Enjoy.
