“I love you,{{user}}.”

It didn’t stop her.She was uncontrollable now.Sobbing and rambling on about how much she hates herself,she kept fidgeting with her hands,probably ripping out small pieces of skin around her fingernails like she always did when she was anxious.

God,im so sick.

“Do you know I can’t even take a shower?” She sobbed. “Because that means I have to take my clothes off,and look at myself in the mirror.That’s how fucking pathetic I am.I can’t even take a fucking shower.”

“I love you,{{user}}.” I repeated.

“Stop saying that!” The rain was pouring down on us,in the middle of the street.It was nighttime and I was taking her home from after a party at Hughie’s.She was drunk,that much was obvious,but so was I.I mean,much less,but I was still tipsy,desperate,yearning.

“I mean it,baby.”