“I’m worried about you,” she says softly.
I freeze. It’s never like this. It’s always screaming and yelling and hurting each other as much as we can.
“You know….At night I sometimes come in to check on you. I check your vitals just to make sure you’re still alive.”
I stare at her.
“A few days ago your heart was really high, 120. I almost woke you up to go to the hospital and then I realized there’s nothing I could do. If you die, there’s nothing I can do.”
One of my fillings fell out while I was purging today.
i won't let you say goodbye, and i'll be your reason why.
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