The Way You Don't Look At Me [MxM] | Short Story ✔️

I've lost ten pounds in two weeks

You look just as good as my favourite dessert, maybe even better ~ Lover.

I looked at myself in the mirror. Rubbing my stomach, I stare at the the smooth bump glaring right back at me. This wasn't good.

This wasn't enough.

He's not going to notice it.

I sighed, my eyes catching the dark clouds outside through the mirror. The soft, thin curtains tried to fly away with the wind. I could almost see my plants outside start to weaken at the strength of the force. They'd barely hold onto the roots.

Dropping my oversized sweater, I dragged my eyes away from the devil in disguise and walked around the bed that I'd neatly folded and placed the throw pillows on. Barely noticing the dressing table that was too white to be real, I made it to the other side and tiptoed out to the balcony, inspecting my poor plants. 

Taking four at a time, I made three trips in and out to place them at a safe spot. They now sat right on the carpet floor of the bedroom, at a corner, huddled up, earning more warmth than what I was probably getting.

After not being able to feel my cheeks anymore, because of how harsh the wind started, I slowly closed the sliding doors and covered the curtains. Finally, they rest in peace.

I looked around the room, the clock on the wall clearly stating the shorter stick at six. He wasn't home yet.

I decided to walk around, clean anything that's out of place, before starting to make dinner. I finished by seven, a portion for one.

Placing it in the oven so it could stay as hot as it be, I rechecked everything before making my way towards my room. I did get my room, something that kept my sane in the place when I'm alone. When I moved in, at first, I stayed in that room. Now, the single bed there stays empty most of the days and I stay with him, my boyfriend.

The room now is filled with canvas, here and there, paint tipped around, cloths covering one of the walls so it also doesn't get dirty. The others, well, each has a memory.

And then around the room, randomly, stood the stands that had a canvas in each, half finished, half started with just sketches. It was the only room that stayed messy.

I closed the door and glanced at the mirror I'd recently hung behind it. I didn't want to look but I did anyways.

Did I look different?

If I did, he would've pointed it out.

He should've. But he didn't.

Which meant it wasn't enough.

I wasn't hungry. I ate enough for a normal breakfast. Just skipped lunch and breakfast. I only give myself half a cup of coffee once two days. Then, I make a diet smoothy. I did yoga. I walked around the house ten times twice a day. I did all the childish exercises that usually teenagers do.

I remember, I used to have a evident flab on me. My arms weren't great. I could feel the weight when I walked. Was I overweight? No.

But, still.

Now, I knew I looked better.

But, he didn't notice.

He won't see the difference. The change.

I've lost ten pounds in two weeks. Now it's the fourth.

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