I'm sorry for the delay of this last section of Aelita's part, I had to map out one final thing for Ulrich. This chapter is going to be shorter than the first. The way these will work is the first chapter for each person will be the longest because as of this one, the start of a new members story will tie in with the last, linking all the stories together. Enjoy.

Aelita 2.

Odd walked Aelita back to her dorm in silence, both unable to find the words to break the heavy silence that held over them. The sounds of their footsteps in sync were the only noise that could be heard through the empty halls.

Once they reached her dorm, Odd opened the door, gesturing her inside and following her in once she had entered. Aelita sat on her bed, her knees pulled up to her chest. Odd closed the door and moved to the chest of drawers.

"So…" Odd started, leaning back on the chest of drawers, "When did this start?" he questioned.

"A little over a year ago." Aelita responded, her voice meek and barely audible. Odd let out a sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Why?" he asked, resuming his position on the drawers.

Aelita's heart raced more than it even had, her brain looking for the answer that she herself, spent so long searching for.

"I… I don't know…" Aelita replied, tears brimming as she spoke. Odd was one person she hated lying too but she just wanted this to be over as quickly as possible.

"Don't give me that Aelita," Odd snapped, his temper flaring, "None of this is a joke. What you're doing to yourself, it's not healthy for you, physically OR mentally."

Aelita felt her lip starting to quiver. She was so close to tears.

"I just…" Aelita stammered, her heart pounding.

"Just what Aelita?" Odd questioned further, his eyebrow raised.

"I wanted to be perfect."

That was it. Odd felt his heart shatter. His legs worked on their own, taking his body over to the bed and before he knew it, his arms were wrapped around the pink hair girl. She flung her arms around him and let out the tears she had been holding back.

"I just wanted to beautiful to someone, Odd." Aelita cried into his chest, Odd stroked her hair as he held back tears of his own. He had to be strong, stopping to comfort her further than he had already would help now, but not in the long run.

"Has anyone else noticed?" Odd asked, pulling away, trying his hardest not to let the tears in his eyes fall.

"Jeremie noticed a few months ago…" Aelita said, sitting back at the top of her bed, using her sleeves to wipe away her tears. Odd stood up and walked over to her desk, grabbing a few tissues from the box that sat on it and handed them to her. She nodded her thanks.

"And what did he say?" Odd asked, sitting on the chair beside the desk.

"He said that if my body weight kept dwindling and I kept neglecting my body and depriving it of nutrients, no one would want to be with me." Aelita responded, managing to get her tears under control. Odd's fist slammed on the table, causing Aelita to jump.

"That IDIOT." Odd growled, his angering flaring more than it had previously.

"Odd…" Aelita started, trying to explain further to the blonde but he was clearly not interested in her covering for Jeremie.

"No, that isn't right at all, what was he think-" Odd started but a thought crossing his mind cut him off, "Wait, isn't he saying then that he wouldn't date you?" Odd questioned, glancing at the pinkette.

"He said we weren't compatible anymore and said that our romance had died." Aelita said, her lip quivering again, not going unnoticed by Odd.

"Wait, when did he say this?" Odd asked, standing up and moving to the bed beside her.

"Around 14 months ago," Aelita responded, "Why?"

Odd stood back up and rubbed his eyes. He had a base now and it all made sense.

"Then it makes sense…" Odd said, his mind racing, Aelita tilted her head and asked him to explain further.

"So Jeremie says you aren't compatible anymore around 14 months ago, and you said this started a little over a year ago? Isn't it obvious? I'm not saying Jeremie directly caused the state of mind you were in to consider this course of action, but what if because of that rejection, you felt unattractive and your first thought was your physical appearance? It's not that crazy a theory." Odd explained, his eyes lighting up, he had made at least one break through.

"I guess that could be an answer…" Aelita responded, her heart finally slowing down. "Besides…" she continued, "It hurt but at the same time, I was relieved… Jeremie was held back by me, this way, he can experience more than I have to offer… It doesn't matter, I started falling for someone else since I came to Earth anyway…" Aelita drifted on, her eyes tracing various objects in her room, not daring to make eye contact with Odd.

"Aelita, listen…" Odd started, sitting down beside her, taking her hands into his. He noticed the coldness and how frail her hands were instantly, it sent a jolt down his spine. "I'm going to help you get better and get through this, but you need to promise me something, you need to let me and the others help you."

"I don't want to put you out or bring you dow-" Aelita explained before being cut off by Odd's hand cupping her face.

"Aelita, I care so much for you… Seeing you do this to yourself is killing me, it can't keep up." Odd said, his eyes finally showing a trace of the tears he tried so hard to bury, "Just promise you'll let me help you."

"I promise Odd…" Aelita replied through a smile. He rested his forehead against hers in relief.

They stayed like this for a few minutes before Odd spoke up.

"In return Aelita, I'll need you to do me a favour too…" Odd asked nervously, rubbing his arm.

"Of course… What's wrong?" Aelita responded, placing her hand on top of the hand that was rubbing his arm.

"I need your help too."

Aelita Schaeffer. Anorexia/Bulimia. These two, not all the time but tend to, go hand in hand. Anorexia is a disorder with a desire to be "thin" but normally pushed into starvation to have a body that is extremely underweight and unhealthy but "thin". Bulimia is the act of purging food out of the body via, most commonly, forced puking.

This chapter, again, although short, will have continuation throughout the series, as will all the ones I cover. They will all be directly discussed in the last two chapters which will be based as a group. But I thank you for the support/views so far and I VERY much appreciate the member who directly PM'd me with their own story of dealing with bulimia and I'm glad I could talk to you about it and help you any and all the ways I can. I'll see you all for a long chapter and a continuation with the next chapter, "Odd." Coming at some point at the weekend.