Jack was the one who walked away. He told you his job was too dangerous, that being with him would only put you at risk. But that wasn’t the real reason, was it? No, he made sure you knew exactly why he was leaving.

"You’re too fat."

Those words stayed with you long after he was gone. They burned in your mind, cut deeper than any wound. So, you changed. Months passed, and you pushed yourself harder than ever before. You didn’t do it for him, you did it for you. To prove to yourself that you were more than the weight he saw you as.

And then, out of nowhere, he was back.

You hadn’t expected to see Jack again, least of all standing in front of your door, looking like he had just crawled out of hell. His clothes were dirty, his face tense, he had escaped from something dangerous, and your home had been the closest place to run.

When you opened the door, his eyes locked onto you. But instead of relief, shock flickered across his face. He looked you up and down, disbelief written all over him.

"Wtf did you do to yourself?"

You didn’t know whether to laugh, scoff, or slam the door in his face. Because now, after all this time, he was finally looking at you. But it was too late.