Trigger warnings: Mentions of eating disorders, suicide. Short and sweet :)

"Andy's not talking to me," Remington tells Abigail, sitting across from her in a café. She offered to take him for lunch.

"Why not?"

"I told him he should tell his old band that they're cunts."

Abigail can't help but chuckle at that. "He didn't like that, huh?" She picks up the teapot and pours him some more.

Remington shakes his head. "Apparently not. But every time he talks about them, he goes all sad and secretive. He slept on the couch last night."

"When are they coming to visit?"

"Next week." He picks up the mug. "I'm just worried he'll get really upset is all."

The woman hums. "Some things need to be found out the hard way. It sounds like he's dead set on seeing them and I think you should just let him do that."

"But what if he gets hurt?"

"Then you'll be there for him." She pauses. "We're doing lots of stabbing and not much eating today."

Remington frowns. "There's carrots in it," he says, like that's an excuse.

"I thought we like carrots."

"Well today we don't."

"Alright, how about we avoid the carrots and have the rest, then?"

The boy huffs but obliges, pushes the pieces of carrot away with the fork. "Emerson came round earlier," he tells her, "he's so thin. It's like being face to face with Tumblr thinspo."

Abigail raises an eyebrow. "You've not been looking at Tumblr thinspo again, have you?"

"No..."

"I thought you deleted your account."

"I did but then I made a new one."

"Remington," she warns.

"It's just thinspo, it's not that big of a deal."

"One minute it's 'just thinspo', the next, it's water for breakfast, dinner, and tea."

"You're very dramatic sometimes." He looks at his plate. "Anyway. Emerson came. He said he wanted to talk so I offered him tea and he said no because milk is too caloric. Like...how am I meant to hear that and not relapse? It's like giving a kid a cookie and expecting them to just look at it and not take a bite."

Abigail frowns. "And what did you say?"

"That he's a cunt."

"Right..."

"Well what should I have said? 'Thankyou so much for reminding me how fat I am?'" He glances at her. "I'm just fed up with all these relapses. Can we not talk about it anymore?"

"How's your music going?"

"I keep somehow finding homophobic producers. I wrote a song about you."

The woman smiles. "You did?"

"I'll play it for you one day." Remington takes his phone from his pocket. "I hit a million followers this morning. I got, like, so many after the launch of the charity. And so many donations. We've already made more than two million."

"That's impressive."

"You should get Instagram."

"Should I?" Abigail asks, amused. Sometimes she thinks he acts ten years younger than his actual age.

He nods with a grin. "So I can tag you in memes and cat videos and send you gifs."

"I only know what one of those is," she says with a laugh.

"See, that's why you should get it."

"Maybe I will."

"Wait, really?"

"We'll see."

The boy smiles and looks back at his plate. After lunch, the two walk back to Remington's place, where he plays her the song he wrote on the piano. She sits on the couch and listens.

When I was just a kid
My mother, she wasn't around
Didn't have no one there for me
I always felt alone
It got worse when I grew up
Found a girl who I thought wanted me
Turned out she it wasn't me she loved
No, why would anyone love me

You ain't ever seen someone
No, you ain't ever seen someone
You ain't ever seen no one
With a mind as fucked as mine
It's like you're blind
It's like you're blind
It's like you're blind
Like you're blind to my fucked up mind

It got real bad, you're aware
So I came to you 'cause you were always there
Tried again to fix myself
Tried so hard that I lost myself
And that girl that I met
She was always in my head
So I came to you 'cause you were always there
You fixed me up more times than I think you're aware

You ain't ever seen someone
No, you ain't ever seen someone
You ain't ever seen no one
With a mind as fucked as mine
It's like you're blind
It's like you're blind
It's like you're blind
Like you're blind to my fucked up mind

I want you to know now, I need you to know
I may not be good with loving myself but you love me anyway
Remember that time I thought I needed to die
Remember you told me the world would be losing it's greatest flame
I want you to know now, I need you to know
I may shout and cry and tell you how much I hate everything
But I couldn't hate you even if I tried
No, I could never hate my mum, she makes me almost like the idea of being alive

And you ain't ever seen someone
No, you ain't ever seen someone
You ain't ever seen someone
With a mind as fucked as mine
It's a mystery to me
It makes me wanna be
Yeah it's a mystery to me
It makes me wanna be
Oh you make me wanna be alive