saturday; 108 lbs: liam brought me to the nurses office that day and gave me some water and repeatedly ask me if I was alright. later that school day he walked me home. he even asked me for my number, not in a flirty way, in a way to check up on me, he said. he said he'd call everyday at 5:30. it's 5:30 now
sunday; 106 lbs: when liam called me last night, he asked me if i had known why i'd passed out. i lied and told him it was because i was tired and hadn't been getting a lot of sleep lately. he bought it and i hope it'll stay that way.
monday; 104 lbs: it seems to just be a struggle to get out of bed and get ready for school. the only thing keeping me going is liam. he's the only one who talks to me, he's very kind and daring to be seen with me. he must not care about being a social outcast like i do.
tuesday; 102 lbs: in the evening when liam called, he had asked me if me and him are friends. i smiled slightly and said yes. he told me he was glad that we were friends. that made me happy.
wednesday; 99 lbs: today at lunch it started raining, we were sitting under the tree and watched it pour. he offered me a piece of his sandwich, i shook my head no, telling him that he needed it more than i did, it and continued to watch the rain. then he told me he's always wanted to kiss someone in the rain. i just nodded, not knowing the feeling of someone's lips on mine, i bet he did and i bet it's was a lovely feeling.
thursday; 97 lbs: when liam called this evening, he told me he thought i was a lovely person. i told him the same. i wish i could stop lying, he says he see's a difference in me every week.
friday; 95 lbs: liam said he see's how thin i'm getting and made me eat his lunch. i told him i've just been working out but he made me eat it anyways. i made myself throw up when i got home.
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lilac fields - payne
Ficção Adolescenteno definite time of how it became when empty spaces spoke of shame while laying in fields of purple lilac flowers were but a pretty memory. for atop the rainy and gloomy skies with no trace of butterflies we cried to spirits high above to fill our e...