Edited

Warnings: Angst, eating disorder

It was dinner time 'we' were having fish with a side of mashed potatoes James and I cooked up together but I wasn't eating not because I couldn't but more like because I didn't want to.

Lately for some time now I've been noticing my stomach getting bigger and I don't know why but it made me uncomfortable and all I could think about was why was my stomach growing I didn't eat much as it is. And it made me worried what would James think if he noticed.

Sometimes when I'm alone and get scared that he would think I was getting to fat his liking. And that's where it begins, I stopped eating and my stomach stopped growing.

I was determined to keep it that way but it's been a few days ever since I started and this James notice. "You're still not eating "

I got tense but quickly relax and replied "I'm not hungry" I weakly whispered

"Love, you have to eat this been going on for a while now I'm worried about you"

I looked up from my plate and to James "I'm fine no need to worry"

James looked at me with soft eyes then got up and walked up to me and took my folk got some potatoes and held it up to my face.

"Please eat you have to or you can... you know you can die and I can't lose you please I love you"

I started to cry. "Why... do you love me"

He said nothing for a second or so "I'll tell you but you gotta eat". I took the fork and put it in my mouth and chewed, swallowed, and repeated James smiled.

"I love you for you, your mind, your heart, and your beauty. If you don't eat.. I don't know what would happen to those parts of you" he then kissed my cheek and went to his plate.