Do I really need to eat the next meal?
She looks in the mirror.
Her cold, judgemental, scrutinizing eyes trace and trail like red iron over her reflection, leaving a hurting burn in its slow trail.
No.
A cold burst of air escapes from her lungs as disappointment hugs her from behind, like a mockery of all the best friends she's pushed away.
No, I do not.
-D.
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