"don't cry."
she demanded,
resting her frail
and fragile hands on his face
as the tears streamed freely,
"will..."
was she that oblivious
to the fact that all of this was
useless?
he simply
shook his head
and held her cold hand.
"it's all my
fault. i couldn't see.
you were withering and wilting
and i couldn't see."
he whispered back.
YOU ARE READING
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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...
