days went by
and she didn't eat.
she didn't sleep.
it'd been two and a half weeks
since the last meal
that she hadn't thrown up.
since that last bite.
she wasn't even sure if it were for him anymore.
subconsciously, she might just be fading.
dying.
she looked at him over her book
as she sat in a stuffy library.
and she felt herself getting
dizzy,
the room spinning around
as she sat beside him.
as she felt like she was finally done.
finally dead.
finally seen.
because when she was 'fine',
no one could see that
what she saw killed her.
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Short Storystory #1 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | eating disorder she just wanted to be skinny for him; she wanted to be the kind of girlfriend he'd be proud to have, even if he couldn't see her. he just wanted to see her, to be able to tell her she was...
