Lunch was never my favorite. Even as I forced myself to grab a tray I knew I wasn't going to eat a thing. I never did. If I did eat I'd go vomit it up soon after. However this time instead of sitting alone I ended up sitting with the red-haired boy in front of me. Looking at him now I notice things I hadn't before. Buck teeth, cute little freckles, and what looked like an abused face. Slightly red and almost purple hinted on his cheek. "uh hey! I'm uh Ace..." he said as he set his untouched tray to the side. He also wasn't eating. For a moment I thought he was trying to mock me but then I remembered class. He wouldn't most likely. "I'm Elizabeth... but you can just call me Eliza.."
Saying my own name felt like glue in my mouth. I had a hard time saying it. He noticed clearly. Each move of his seemed almost carefully planned. "So that book you had in class... what is it?" he asked like he was scared to know. Even with his innocence, I could tell he thought what I would have thought if he wrote the same thing. "Oh, that was just my disorder bible. I write information I find on disorders down to hopefully help someone else out." That wasn't a lie but at the same time, I didn't tell everything.
"So that's why you aren't eating?" He pushes it. I can tell he is interested in why I would ever want to make something like that. "Well no. I just had a big breakfast." He noticed that one. I'm sure he's said it before based on the way he looked when hearing it. Even as we continued to talk in the awkward bubble I noticed every little move and detail. He was clearly far along in whatever plan he had. As was I which he must have also noticed considering the bandages and bruises all over me.
Soon enough however we both left. it was a little less weird yet nothing much had changed for either of us. It was apparent I was beyond saving. Yet I had to notice one small detail that was different between us. He wasn't.