A Shock So Heavy
Maurice’s POV,
“I need a break.” I sputtered.
“Wait!!!”
Devastated, I turned back to grab some water, air, and time. anything just to toggle away this thing, threatening to eat me alive. Away from his headache, back to the counter where no one can barely notice my tears dripping like a morning shower. Come on, it’s not morning anymore. I feel like eating. My stomach felt hungry from all the greasy, meaty kinds of food. Again, though, I'm still so full. So full that I have a hand on my belly protruding out, and I feel like puking but I needed to eat more. I always tend to overeat whenever I think about Stan and now, it’s much worse. I have one, but I can’t change it. My nervous overeating is overkill. Yet I craved something extremely sweet and gooey. So sweet, that my
