He'd love to tell me stories.
Ghost stories where his favorite.
But I liked the real ones better.
He'd sometimes tell me about his friends and how loving and caring they are and he'd be sure they'd love me just as much as they love him.
While I imagined us all sitting together and talking, living a normal life, I somehow forgot my desire to vomit.
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10 things to do.
RomanceIn which a boys' job is to keep me busy after eating. W A R N I N G eating disorder and sad stuff happening
