❝ he told her the story about how the sun loved the moon so much, he died every night just to let her breathe. ❞ {memoirs from a girl who didn't realize how much he cared until it was too late.}

"It started with fasting for a day. That day turned into two. Then three. Then four. Then I binged. I purged. I fasted. At first I just wanted to get to 120 pounds. Then 110. Once I hit 110 I wanted 100. I was at a size zero. I loved that number for some odd reason. Soon that number took over my life. Now, at 90 pounds, all I want to see is zero. 80, 70, 60 pounds will never be enough. I just want it all gone. I just want to see zero." "Zero is perfection?" Sarah asks. "Yes. Zero is perfection." I reply. "Even if it means dying?" She asks. "Even if it means dying."