"Trina! Trina! Come on, don't scare me. Trina, wake up," she heard him whispering her name, and felt his thumb brushing her wet cheeks.
She stirred, wincing from the pain.
"Ouch."
"Don't get up. Lie down. You've injured your head."
"Is it serious?" She asks, eyes closed, mumbling.
"Just some minor scratches. Nothing serious."
"Will?" She says his nickname, her eyes starting to close.
"Yeah?" He said, brushing her hair away form her temple.
"Thank you. For everything."
"Anything for you, my love."
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♡Will's pov♡
You were pale, when you ran.
So so pale.
So so fragile.
You're getting much more frail, much more skinner.
Your collarbones are more distinct than ever.
Your thigh gaps are widening.
You legs are thinning at a dangerous rate.
Your limbs - are like lamp posts.
You're so thin, Trina.
What have you been doing to yourself?
Did anyone hurt you?
Have you been eating regularly?
I guess not.
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Short StoryShe was the outsider. The outcast. The teased. The bullied. She kept all her secrets and insecurities to herself. Until one day, it stopped. He, the famous guy who used to laugh at her, decided to make a change in her life. It was then he realised...
