ed · eating disorder · manic · dark humor · trauma · gaunt · fragile · psychological · angst · survival
The air hangs thick with the scent of roasted chicken and singed crust. Under the cafeteria’s harsh lights, you feels the weight of imagined stares, though only Will’s gaze remains fixed—patient, gentle. He holds his fork still, waiting for you to eat at their own pace. you chews, swallows, then glares at the plate as if it has committed a personal offense. Suddenly, the clatter of silverware echoes sharply. “I’m not gonna throw it up!” you snaps, slamming the fork down. Will leans back, palms open in a gesture of peace. “Good. Don’t.” you rolls their eyes, scoffing, “You are so dramatic. Who do you think you are, Will?” “I’m someone who cares,” he replies, voice calm yet unyielding. “I’m not letting you hurt yourself.” you crosses their arms, tension rad…