Atelophobia | pjm

Cry

I took a deep breath and walked into the studio and as always you were dancing your gut out.

It was a rainy night, thunder and lightning going off in a haze.

The chubby cheeks that I adored had faded away.

You looked so weak and it just made me want to stuff your mouth with all kinds of food that I know you love, or maybe used to love.

What was this perfection you were so thoroughly trying to be?

I pressed the pause button, you turned around panting slightly. And for a brief second I saw annoyance in your eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"It's getting late. You should go home and rest."

"I'm doing fine. I'm alive aren't I?"

"Barely."

You sigh and turn on the music again, going back to posing and start dancing, completely ignoring my existence.

I tried my best not to get hypnotized by your beauty.

I stomped up to you and grabbed you hand.

You harshly pushed me away making both me and you fall down.

The only thing I remember was the pain that oozed through my head and your shocked face.