His fingers trace the curves of my ribs, and he tells me that i am beautiful. And then i tell myself,. I will not eat today. And although he maps me with his hands, lifting me with extraordinary ease, i am still waiting to feel lighter. light enough for my bones to hollow out,. Hollow enough to finally take flight. Cutter thought, tearing up, trying to speak. Bastard to say that to me. you know what you are to me.

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