Too Fat to Love | E.G.D✅

Nine

Nine|A quiet place

"We're almost there" Ethan said, holding my hand and leaning me through the woods on a concrete path.

Soon we reached an opening and I was confused as of why this was supposed to be so romantic and special. I looked at Ethan and he was staring at the night sky in awe.

I looked up too and almost gasped.

"Beautiful isn't it?" He smiled.

"Very"

"I come here sometimes when I just wanna get away. It's a quiet place, ya know?"

"Yeah"

"This place reminds me of you" he pecked my forehead.

"How?"

"It's quiet and beautiful. Just like you" he smirked

"That was cheesy" I laughed.

"I love you" he blurted out

"Ethan. You're a nice guy but...how can you love someone that doesn't even love herself?"

"Why don't you love yourself?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Isn't it obvious?" I gestured my hands at my body.

"Isn't what obvious?" He chuckled

"How can he be so clueless?"

"I'm the fattest girl in the school, I can't run or do any physical activity, I eat shit loads of food, I can't fit in half my clothing because everyday I seem to get bigger and bigger, I can't—"

He cut my off my pressing his lips up against mine. It was a short passionate kiss and this time...I actually felt something.

"I don't care if you can't do those things." He mumbled, pulling away.

"You don't have to do this Ethan." I said, as tears started to fall on my cheeks.

"Do what?"

"Pretend to like me, you don't have to butter me up. Grayson probably set you up to do this and that fight in that classroom was probably fake"

"Damnit Violet!" He yelled making me flinch, I never saw him mad like this before. "Why can't you see that I am in love with you?! I love your thickness and I wish you would too instead of being so insecure. I like that you don't have boney arms, I like that you actually eat instead of all the anorexic girls at our school who literally weigh nothing but complain about how fat they are, I like how I actually have an ass to squeeze when I need some comfort!"

I stood there in silence, not knowing what to say. I mentally chuckled at the last part.

"Really?" I asked

"Yes really, Violet. I fucking adore you but for the past days you've been trying to push me to the friend zone because you think you aren't good enough for me, when anything. I'm not good enough for you."

I really didn't know how to respond to this, I'm a socially awkward person. So instead of of talking, I took my hand into his and intertwined our fingers.

He made me feel so good about myself. But did he make me love myself? Hmm.....not quite yet.