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WARNING: This chapter includes eating disorders. If you do not want to read another sad chapter, you are free not to read.

Alfie

"Hey, Ambs," I said as she appeared in the hotel lobby. "So, where are we going on our date?" Amber asked. She looked gorgeous in a white strapless dress that ended above the knee, with a pink sash around her waist. She had bought it a month ago, and even though it was a little loose, she looked perfect. She also had Nina's white Gucci bag, which she had adored since she first saw it.

"I was thinking the London Eye, and then we could go to that Italian restaurant that the House went to a week ago, that you had to skip out on because of a stomach bug," I said, intertwining our fingers.

Amber froze. "What's wrong?" I asked, patting my khakis. "Did I dress wrong or something?" Amber shook her head, and her face relaxed into a more calm expression. "The problem is that I still am not feeling well," she said easily, but her dark blue eyes moved side to side nervously. "Are you sure? If it's that bad maybe we shouldn't go…" "No, no, I'm fine," she promised, facing me. "Let's go to the Eye."

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Nina

Fabian had gone out to the grocery store to get more bread for the loft, so I was left alone. Right now I was in sweats and a large t-shirt, eating ice cream out the carton and watching old soap operas.

Gran had died a week ago, to this day. I had cried six out of the seven days afterwards, counting out this day, but it wasn't too late. I wasn't suicidal, or starving myself (which is clear because of the three Rocky Road ice cream cartons I emptied), but I wasn't going outside. The concert was postponed until I felt better, and they gave me ten days off. Already reporters were speculating what happened, which ranged from Adele getting a throat infection to me ditching the tour at the last minute. I wasn't responding to the many calls from magazines that were on my voicemail, nor had I let the paparazzi get a picture of me.

I was miserable. All my Children came on, but I wasn't in the mood. I switched the television off, and plopped the near-empty fourth carton of ice cream on the coffee table. Here I was, an uprising star, sitting at home, wallowing.

I remembered the last time I wallowed. I never truly got over it, and after the Fabian/Joy incident it was clear. That time I tried to commit suicide… I took a deep breath, and counted to ten. I need some kind of release, besides scooping empty calories into my mouth and watching people love each other on a screen. I shakily went upstairs and grabbed my acoustic guitar. I strummed the first song I had ever written, and sang:

I remember tears streaming down your face

When I said I'd never let you go

When all those shadows almost killed your light

I remember you said, 'Don't leave me here alone'

But all that's dead and gone and passed

Tonight

Just close your eyes

The sun is going down

You'll be alright

No one can hurt you now

Come morning light,

You and I'll be safe and sound.

Don't you dare look out your window

Darling, everything's on fire

The war outside our door keeps raging on

Hold on to this lullaby

Even when the music's gone

Gone

Just close your eyes

The sun is going down

You'll be alright

No one can hurt you now

Come morning light,

You and I'll be safe and sound.

Oooh, Oooh,

Oooh, Oooh,

La, la

La, la

Oooh, Oooh

La, la

La, la

Just close your eyes

You'll be alright

Come morning light

You and I'll be safe and sound.

Oooh, Oooh

Oooh, Oooh

Oooh, Oooh

Oooh, Oooh

Oooh, Oooh

Oooh, oooh

I stopped, wiping the tears that fell during my rendition. I couldn't stay like this; Gran would say to move on, that she wasn't my whole life. Gran had believed that you could never break a heart, no matter how weak; you could slash at it, trying to harm it, but even if your heart stopped beating, it would live on in other's memories. I ran upstairs, and put on makeup and a light blue dress. Perhaps Fabian would take me out to dinner.

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Amber

"The Eye of London was beautiful, Alfie," I smiled, taking his hand in mine. "I know! So, are you up to the restaurant?" The thought of food made me feel sick, despite my lightheadedness. "I don't know…" I said. "I ate before I left Nina's." "That was hours ago, and their garlic bread is to die for!" As if on cue, my stomach growled. I tried to ignore like I have been for a while, but Alfie said, "Your stomach agrees with me! Let's go," and pulled me, unwilling, towards carbs and fatty foods.

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Nina

"Go…out? Are you sure you're okay?" Fabian asked. "Fabes, I need a distraction from soap operas and Rocky Road ice cream. Plus, it'll end the suspicion that I skipped town," I pleaded. "Well, what about that we went to a week ago? You loved the tortellini," he suggested. I smiled, and wrapped my arms around him. "That sounds perfect," I whispered into his ear.

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Amber

"This is really good," Alfie said while digging into his pasta. I nodded, and took a tiny bite of my salad with Italian dressing. I mentally tallied up the calories…over 100. Not good. I felt so ashamed of myself for losing control…I'll just work it off later, I promised myself. Then, the worst thing happened. Nina glided in with the most adorable blue dress that had spaghetti straps and a V-neck, and it flowed down to her knees. I wanted to cry at how beautiful she looked with her small figure, while I was stuck being fat and ugly. I bit back tears, and quickly told Alfie I'd be in the ladies' room.

Nina

Fabian opened the door for me like a gentleman, and I smiled and thanked him. I came in, and, to my surprise, Alfie and Amber were out together, too. I smiled and waved at them, but Amber just took off to the ladies' room. As she was hurrying off, I could practically see the vertebrae on her back. Was she always that skinny? I told Fabian I'd meet him at our table, and took off after Amber to see if she was okay.

Inside, it was very full. I checked myself in the mirror while I waited for Amber to come out. Finally, she came out. When she saw me, she plastered on a smile, and washed up. I noticed her purse, and noted it was mine. I smiled, and grabbed the purse. "I'm guessing you love this," I said. She smiled. "It matched the dress!" she said, motioning to it. "Let's see, what 'Amberrific' things did you stuff in here?" I asked, going through it. Her smile faded, and said, "I really should be getting back to Alfie." Her voice broke again. She grabbed the purse, and hurried out.

She was so busy, she didn't notice when something fell out. I bent down, and noticed it was a bottle. A bottle of diet pills, which was half empty. My eyes widened. "Oh, no Amber," I whispered.

Sorry for the cliffhanger.

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