He'd tell me in a lot of his stories, that he and his friends loved thrift shopping.
They'd do that pretty often.
One of my biggest wishes was to go with them and style the old clothes we would buy, to create a whole new outfit, but I couldn't. Because I wasn't cured.
I was still sick, and that was the reason for the first time of me crying in front of him.
Not even three day later, he brought a huge bag full of thrifted clothes with him and we spent the next days cutting clothes, stitching them up again and decorating them.
In the end we had many outfits put together. Some for me, some for him, and some even for his friends, I never met.
And somehow during that process, I forgot my desire to vomit.
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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
