The Sun, colouring the sky crimson while making her descent, made for a calming scene. One by one, the couples started leaving but still, he did not budge. Neither of them had, in fact, in the past hour. Eyes closed, and still leaning on his shoulder, it was as though she was sound asleep. If only.
Her heart had finally given up on her frail, and now, cold body. Memories of when they first met, their weekends filled with food escapades after a draining week at school, all came flooding back. But in between those memories and the recent ones, it was all hazy. He could not remember when she started wearing oversized sweaters, falling sick ever so often, or getting defensive whenever anyone told her she needed to gain some weight.
Anorexia had won yet another battle, but sadly, she would not be its last victim.
