Lucas

Your relationship with Lucas had always been a good one. You hoped it would stay that way. It didn't.

He would look at photos of skinny model, and scoffed as he looked at your body. You were eating pizza, and he took the box away from you harshly.

Lucas: "Goodness sake, at least work out, Asher! You're so embarrassing to be with."

Asher took his word to heart. Being the people pleaser they were. They ate less, and worked out excessively. To the point that it became concerning.

You and Liam were hanging out one afternoon. It had been two months since that incident.

Lucas: "Baby, do you want some fries?"

He asked.

Asher: "No, I'm fine."

You replied.

His eyes wandered on your body, and they slowly widened in horror. You looked so different, so skinny. Not in a healthy way.

Lucas: "B-baby, are you oka- is this about what I said last time?" His voice was filled with fear, and he held you close.

Lucas: "I-I'm so— sorry, shit. Love, I did this to you?"

The panic was evident on his face. He hugged you yet...all love was fading away.