scoutsking:
“ does it happen often? this feeling, i mean. ” scout understands the need to be anywhere but inside your own head. “ well, if you need a reminder, i can do that. ” her heart seizes in her chest as ezra’s gaze meets hers. “ in the hospital, and then a treatment centre. ” her eyes drop from his. “ i felt like i was in this dark hole and i just lost interest in everything. not eating was the only thing i cared about, it made me a better dancer. i finally felt -—, ” she cuts herself off before she can say perfect, cheeks heated with embarrassment. “ i had fainted before but one time… well, my heart stopped. so no summer vacation for me. ” a wry laugh rips from her lips, tears burning behind her eyes. “ a ballerina with eating issues. original, huh? ”
“yeah, it does. more often than i want it to.” its hard for him to admit these things to her, a lot of them things he’s rarely said out loud at risk of sounding crazy. its easier to chalk them up to being a moody artist, locking himself away to complete his brilliant pieces, instead of what it really is. a few days of non-stop painting followed by a crash, days of not being able to pull himself out of bed. he studies her face as she speaks, and it feels like his heart stops for a moment. why had he never asked? “scout...” he starts, reaching over to gently cup her cheek, “you don’t... you don’t do that anymore, do you?”













