At seventeen she began gaining weight again, little by little.
The amount of bracelets on her wrists stayed where they were, and didn't grow in size like they had for the past year.
Luke had silently been watching her life go away and while it didn't look like it was coming back any time soon, it did look like it wasn't going farther away.
And he figured that was as good it was going to get.
After about six months of her slow pace of weight gain, her stomach started to grow bit by bit to the point where her giant sweater dresses turned back to shirts that hugged her tightly.
She wore sweatpants and loose shirts and by seven months she suddenly disappeared from school.
Luke had no idea what was going inn but he knew it wasn't good, so when he went to her home he found out that she had been pregnant, and had gone into premature labor, leaving her dead with a baby that was two months too early.
Luke didn't know what to do, but he did know that he was eighteen, and he would be taking care of this baby, even if it wasn't his.
It was still part of the girl that he has unknowingly fallen in love with.
