“You aren’t eating.” Johnny says as Du stare down at your plate.
“Not hungry.” Du mutter, staring at the Essen in front of you.
He puts down his fork. “That’s what Du sagte at lunch.”
“I’m not hungry.” Du shrug.
“But I made your Favorit spaghetti sauce. Du always like that.”
“I’m just not hungry.” Du sigh, picking up your fork and push around the spaghetti.
“Playing with your Essen isn’t going to make it go away.” He says quietly.
“And eating isn’t going to make my ugly fat go away.” Du suddenly snap.
The look on his face kills you. Du can see the disappointment and hurt in your eyes.
“I’m sorry.” Du mumble, picking the fork back up, and stirring your pasta, nudeln around again.
He gently puts his hand on yours.
“When was the last time Du had a full meal?” He asks quietly.
Du didn’t answer, just push your pasta, nudeln around some more.
“When was the last time Du had a full meal?” He repeats.
Du shrug.
He sits, waiting for an answer.
“I don’t know.” Du finally say.
He looks at Du sadly.
Du look down at your plate, embarrassed.
“Did I tell Du how beautiful Du look today?” He asks quietly.
Du look up at him, surprised, and shake your head.
“Well, Du look beautiful. And Du always have. And Du always will. It’s not fair for Du to do this to yourself. Your depriving your beautiful body of what it needs, and it’s really sad. Du shouldn’t feel insecure because Du are loved. Von me, Von your friends, Von everyone. I Liebe you.”
“Not hungry.” Du mutter, staring at the Essen in front of you.
He puts down his fork. “That’s what Du sagte at lunch.”
“I’m not hungry.” Du shrug.
“But I made your Favorit spaghetti sauce. Du always like that.”
“I’m just not hungry.” Du sigh, picking up your fork and push around the spaghetti.
“Playing with your Essen isn’t going to make it go away.” He says quietly.
“And eating isn’t going to make my ugly fat go away.” Du suddenly snap.
The look on his face kills you. Du can see the disappointment and hurt in your eyes.
“I’m sorry.” Du mumble, picking the fork back up, and stirring your pasta, nudeln around again.
He gently puts his hand on yours.
“When was the last time Du had a full meal?” He asks quietly.
Du didn’t answer, just push your pasta, nudeln around some more.
“When was the last time Du had a full meal?” He repeats.
Du shrug.
He sits, waiting for an answer.
“I don’t know.” Du finally say.
He looks at Du sadly.
Du look down at your plate, embarrassed.
“Did I tell Du how beautiful Du look today?” He asks quietly.
Du look up at him, surprised, and shake your head.
“Well, Du look beautiful. And Du always have. And Du always will. It’s not fair for Du to do this to yourself. Your depriving your beautiful body of what it needs, and it’s really sad. Du shouldn’t feel insecure because Du are loved. Von me, Von your friends, Von everyone. I Liebe you.”