It's cold, but it's June. I'm wearing jeans and a long sleeve.
"What size pants are you?" He asks.
"34..." I mumble.
"Tsk, Tsk. If you eat less, you might have a good waistline. Like a 28. Join the track team at the gym."
"I will."
"I love you." He kisses the top of my head. "I just want you to be perfect. You can be perfect."
"I know. Thank you."
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Fine || Phan
FanfictionThat feeling deep down in your stomach, the craving. Yeah, I've had that. But not for food or blood or lust. The emptiness achieved from not eating since Monday. That's what I craved. #414 in fanfiction lol get recked
