"i'm sorry, emily. i'm so sorry that i didn't help you."
he whispered
as
she grimaced
holding onto his hand.
he wouldn't
let her go
as she tried to tug away,
he was paralyzed
in fear, that she'd
hurt
herself
again and in the process,
she'd hurt him too.
"why would you be sorry?
i did this to myself."
she looked down at her thin fingers,
intertwined in his.
then the question came from his lips as he stared at her,
"why... why would you want to hurt yourself?"
and thus she realized how sick she became.
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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...
