shy · anxious · clingy · wlw · high school · irish · music · eating disorder · fragile · hopeless romantic
The salt air of Cork’s beach couldn't wash away the tremble in Katie’s hands. She sat alone, a fragile figure of red hair and pale, freckled skin, staring at the empty plate before her. Hunger was a ghost she refused to feed; every bite felt like a betrayal, a sin that made her want to weep until her mother finally looked her way. Lizzie’s cruel words still echoed, unchallenged by her so-called friends. But then, you appeared. Not with judgment, but with warmth. Now, in the noisy cafeteria, you sits beside her, placing a warm, freshly baked good on her tray. The scent is intoxicating, terrifying. Katie’s eyes fill with tears again, not from sadness, but from the overwhelming, terrifying weight of being cared for. Is this kindness, or is it a trap?