I spend the rest of the day up close in Logan's personal space where I feel I still don't belong. Logan makes it so easy to talk to him, but I get carried away. Without thinking, I absently mention the calorie value of a grape to him and he looks at me like I've gone insane. It's at this moment I realise, most people don't have numbers constantly scrolling in their heads.
Logan opens his mouth, only to close it again like a fish. He has no words. I can see. Memories flash back to our last outing and it feels as if time is repeating itself. Only this time it's not the girls laughing at me, its the voices inside my head and I don't run. What's the point? I don't have the energy anyway.
He takes my hand in his holding it against his chest. I can feel all his warmth has gone, his hands now clammy with cold sweat and he looks more concerned than ever. Feeling his heart beating through the veins in my hand brings a tear to fall from my closed eyes. He wipes my face with his sleeve and pulls my head forward placing his dry lips against mine. I can feel the ice, cold ring between our lips. He pulls away and rests his forehead on mine, "Navaeh, please tell me what's wrong. I can see you've lost weight. I can see your eyes have faded. I don't understand. I loved your curves. Now you've got rid of them. I see now you don't smile as brightly as you used to. Navaeh please. I want to help."
Logan's words replay in the back of my head as I stand up and walk out of the coffee shop clenching my teeth, holding back the flow of tears that want to fall.
He follows me out and knows I just want to be home. I get in his car, the journey back is completely silent and my body feels heavy. Heavier than it has ever felt before.
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Fat Girl Thin
Teen FictionNavaeh has always tried to go by the motto, "Eat until it's enough, not until you're full." All she seems to do is eat, eat, eat. Until dream boy Logan starts a new term at her college. She stops. Losing weight seems like the only way to make sure t...
