"Philip, can I talk with you?"
I finger the sleeves of my jumper as I nod, following Dad into the den. I sit down in an arm chair.
"Are you starving yourself?" Dad asks.
I stare at him in a funny way. "Dad, why would I do that?"
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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
