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Chapter seventy three

Author: Stillwater
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I lay in Derek's arms, my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slowly return to normal. His fingers traced lazy patterns on my bare shoulder, and for the first time in weeks, I felt like I could actually breathe.

"I can feel your ribs," Derek said quietly, his hand moving to my side. "Lydia, you're so thin."

"I know."

"This can't keep happening. You're destroying yourself."

"I'm trying—"

"Try harder." His voice was firm but gentle. "I need you to eat. Real food, not just granola bars. I need you to sleep. I need you to take care of yourself because I can't—" His voice cracked slightly. "I can't lose you. Not like this."

I lifted my head to look at him. "I'll try. I promise."

"Your mom's doctor appointment. When is it?"

"Tuesday."

"Good. Let them check you out. If you need medication for anxiety or sleep, take it. Whatever you need to function." He cupped my face. "Please."

"Okay."

We lay there in silence for a while, neither of us wanting to address the inevitable.

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