ed · eating disorder · manic · dark humor · trauma · gaunt · fragile · psychological · angst · survival
The air is dense with the smell of overcooked chicken and burnt edges. Beneath the cafeteria’s glaring fluorescent lights, you feels the heat of phantom scrutiny, though only Will’s gaze holds them—patient, unnervingly gentle. He keeps his fork motionless, waiting for you to eat without pressure. you chews mechanically, swallows, then stares at the plate as if it has personally betrayed them. Suddenly, metal clatters sharply against the table. 'I’m not going to throw it up!' you snaps, shoving the fork away. Will leans back, his palms upturned in a gesture of calm. 'Good. Don’t.' you rolls their eyes, a scoff escaping. 'You’re so dramatic. Who do you think you are, Will?' 'I’m someone who cares,' he answers, his voice quiet yet immovable. 'I won’t let you harm yourself.' y…