Planning

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A Different Type of Love Story

[ Chapter 31 ]

" Planning "

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By: SparklyHorn

2 . 18 . 2021

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Content Warning:

Language, mental illness, eating disorder, over-working

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Chapter Preview:

I don’t feel like breaking down but I also don’t want to do anything

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Chapter Word Count: 762

Chapter Genre: Romance

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Talzi's Perspective

Calling chef Louis that I won’t be present for work was the hardest part. He wanted to know what was going on, and if I am alright. I have to tell him that I am, although that seems to be the farthest answer from the truth.

Sandy moves himself to the couch, turning on a video game. I make us a snack of cheese and crackers, mixing up some garlic dip. He stops the game when I come over and share with him. He pulls me close as we sit there, munching on the snacks. Well, he eats the snack. I take a cracker and call it good.

“You need to eat something,” he tells me, kissing the temple of my forehead.

I shake my head. “No, I’ll be fine.”

Sandy presses a cracker into my hand. “Eat it, please.” Worry floods his voice and I do as told. The dry cracker sticks to my tongue, teeth, the roof of my mouth. The salt on top is the worst, it crunches around and melts onto my tongue. I want to spit it out but swallow the disgusting mush that I ate.

Sandy gives me a little, encouraging smile. “Go get yourself some water,” he instructs.

I do as told, drinking it before going and sitting back down next to him. We set the empty plate aside and he pulls me close again. “Are you doing alright?”

Sandy shrugs. “I don’t feel like breaking down but I also don’t want to do anything.”

“Can… we talk about what we should do moving forward?”

“You sound like some talk show…” he flips around and sits on my lap so we’re facing each other. His hands on my shoulders. Mine on his sides. “But yes, I have a few ideas, too.”

“You can start,” I offer.

“Your eating habits. I did a unit on it in high school, so I know it’s a long and difficult task. But do you think you eat enough?”

I shake my head. It’s true, I don’t. But I hate eating so much that I avoid it as much as possible. “No, I don’t eat enough. I’m tiny and would be the first to die if we froze to death.”

“Shit. Don’t say that.” Sandy shakes his head. “I’ll go easy on you. But we need more food in this apartment. More choices, more options. But I’m going to be on your back about this, okay?”

I nod. There’s no point in denying it. “Fine. But I’m not going to do anything to where I feel sick. I do not feel like throwing anything back up if I don’t have to.”

“Deal,” Sandy agrees. “What about me?”

“You’re letting me into that journal of yours. I want to know how you’re feeling about situations. I don’t know how, but we will figure out how to kick your emotional depression to the curb,” I tell him.

“You sound so certain about that,” he giggles and tickles my sides. I cry out with a giggle, telling him to stop amongst my laughter. He stops and places his hands back onto my shoulders. “But you need to work on your work hours.”

I groan. “I love working, though. I don’t want to leave Chef Louis hanging. It’s hard when I’m the only one who works there full time and all year.”

“Maybe it’s a long-term goal. But you need to work less.”

I nod. This will be a tougher agreement to hold onto, but I’m willing to do it. For Sandy. “Can I give you a long-term goal?” I ask.

“Maybe. What is it?” Sandy answered.

“Your fear of water… I want to be able to hold a glass to you and you don’t freak out on me. No, I won’t force you for a walk by the ocean or anything ridiculous, but you need to learn to control your fear.”

“I really don’t want to agree with you,” Sandy its, looking away from my eyes. “But I will, because I don’t want to have to be scared of my weakness. I’ll do it.”

I smile. “I’m so glad.”

“I think we’ve come to an agreement.”

“I agree,” I nod. “And no planned nights for dates. I want to surprise each other. Unless you’re not okay with that.”

“Just never ever show up at the café and embarrass me again. And it’s a deal.”

I laugh. “Perfect. Sounds like a plan.”

“Thank you,” he blushes.

I push his bangs away. “You’re very welcome,” and kiss him.

We’ll get through this. Together.

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Chapter Reflection:

A little bit of happiness amongst all the angst that's been happening? Yes. Do I finally understand what the word angst means? I think so. Is the next chapter one of the most emotional of them all? Yes. It's okay to cry over fictional characters. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

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