“You aren’t eating.” Johnny says as tu stare down at your plate.
“Not hungry.” tu mutter, staring at the comida in front of you.
He puts down his fork. “That’s what tu dicho at lunch.”
“I’m not hungry.” tu shrug.
“But I made your favorito! espaguetis, espagueti sauce. tu always like that.”
“I’m just not hungry.” tu sigh, picking up your fork and push around the spaghetti.
“Playing with your comida isn’t going to make it go away.” He says quietly.
“And eating isn’t going to make my ugly fat go away.” tu suddenly snap.
The look on his face kills you. tu can see the disappointment and hurt in your eyes.
“I’m sorry.” tu mumble, picking the fork back up, and stirring your pastas, pasta around again.
He gently puts his hand on yours.
“When was the last time tu had a full meal?” He asks quietly.
tu didn’t answer, just push your pastas, pasta around some more.
“When was the last time tu had a full meal?” He repeats.
tu shrug.
He sits, waiting for an answer.
“I don’t know.” tu finally say.
He looks at tu sadly.
tu look down at your plate, embarrassed.
“Did I tell tu how beautiful tu look today?” He asks quietly.
tu look up at him, surprised, and shake your head.
“Well, tu look beautiful. And tu always have. And tu always will. It’s not fair for tu to do this to yourself. Your depriving your beautiful body of what it needs, and it’s really sad. tu shouldn’t feel insecure because tu are loved. por me, por your friends, por everyone. I amor you.”
“Not hungry.” tu mutter, staring at the comida in front of you.
He puts down his fork. “That’s what tu dicho at lunch.”
“I’m not hungry.” tu shrug.
“But I made your favorito! espaguetis, espagueti sauce. tu always like that.”
“I’m just not hungry.” tu sigh, picking up your fork and push around the spaghetti.
“Playing with your comida isn’t going to make it go away.” He says quietly.
“And eating isn’t going to make my ugly fat go away.” tu suddenly snap.
The look on his face kills you. tu can see the disappointment and hurt in your eyes.
“I’m sorry.” tu mumble, picking the fork back up, and stirring your pastas, pasta around again.
He gently puts his hand on yours.
“When was the last time tu had a full meal?” He asks quietly.
tu didn’t answer, just push your pastas, pasta around some more.
“When was the last time tu had a full meal?” He repeats.
tu shrug.
He sits, waiting for an answer.
“I don’t know.” tu finally say.
He looks at tu sadly.
tu look down at your plate, embarrassed.
“Did I tell tu how beautiful tu look today?” He asks quietly.
tu look up at him, surprised, and shake your head.
“Well, tu look beautiful. And tu always have. And tu always will. It’s not fair for tu to do this to yourself. Your depriving your beautiful body of what it needs, and it’s really sad. tu shouldn’t feel insecure because tu are loved. por me, por your friends, por everyone. I amor you.”
“Where the hell is she?!?” I storm into the emergency room.
“Excuse me sir,” one of the nurses says, holding me back a little. “Who are tu looking for?”
“(Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N). She’s my girlfriend. I got a call. She was in some accident.” I saw, kind of throwing my hands all around.
“I’ll check for you. One minuto please. Have a seat” The nurse said. But I saw it in her eyes. Something was wrong. I sat down, head in my hands.
The nurse walks back to talk to a doctor. They keep glancing over at me. Damnit. I wish they’d just tell me what was going on. The nurse nods her head, and the doctor starts walking toward me.
He stands in front of me. “You’re here for Ms. (Y/L/N)?”
“Yes sir.” I manage to say.
I see the sorriness in his eyes, and hear the sadness in his pause.
“I’m afraid she’s not going to make it.”
That was all I needed to hear before standing up.