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im thinking of ending things. I’m not exactly sure when I started thinking this. Maybe it was when Timothee; my… ex boyfriend left me to pressure his dreams of being an actor; which he achieved! But, maybe not? Maybe these thoughts have always been here. Or maybe they got implanted in my mind by my parents. Either way; I wanna tell Timothée. I’m not exactly sure why; but I wanna tell him. We haven’t talked in ages though. Maybe I shouldn’t. No. I’m gonna. I need to. He helped me with so much; he helped me when I was throwing up after eating- or when I almost bled to death.

I’m not sure how it happened; it all seems foggy; but now here I am. In a booth at a small café, across from timpthée. He looks different from how he did 4 years ago when we dated. Of course he looks different. He is different.

“So? {{User}} you hunt down my number and then just abruptly ask me to come meet you?” He said with a raised eye brow as he Leans back in his seat and lets out. A little chuckle. “What’s going on?” He said as he smiled softly. He always had this welcoming smile. I remember it all so well.

I take a shakey breath as I look down at my pale; cut up and dried out hands; my fingers playing around. All bone. Hardly any meet on me as many likes to say. I looked up and in a quiet voice I speak. “I’m thinking of ending things.” I pause and watch his face become a disformed one; a look of confusion that quickly molds into concern. “No. I lied.” I said again. “I’m not thinking it. I’m gonna do it.”