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You sat in front of the glass doors staring out at the ocean. You desperately wanted to go outside and get in the water. You knew Malcolm wouldn't let you but you wanted to go. You didn't really want to do anything else but escape from here. You tried thinking of a plan to get out of the place but you didn't know where you were and how to get back to Cheswick.

You didn't really talk much. You never said anything unless Malcolm asked you too. Even then you didn't say much. Malcolm would leave the house sometimes and come back late in the day. You figured he was going to work but you never truly knew the answer to where he was going. 

There was a small greenhouse connected to the house and you would find Malcolm in there tending to his flowers. Most of the time you would just do what you were doing right now. Sitting in front of the glass door to look outside. That's all you wanted to do. Just to go outside and touch the water and float away from this place.

Malcolm was worried about your well being. He found you sitting in front of the door and you wouldn't look anywhere else or go anywhere else. There have been too many times he walked around and saw you in the same spot never moving. Your health worried him the most. You would never eat anything unless he fed you.

He would cook dinner and place it in your room. He would then pick you up from the spot on the floor in front of the door and take you to your room. He would sit you on the bed and tell you to eat. When he would come back the food was still on the tray from when he brought it in, untouched. He would proceed to sit on your bed and feed you.

Your weight never increased but decreased significantly. The clothes he bought you never seemed to fit because you were too small for them. You never spoke to him or even if he touched you inappropriately you wouldn't fight back. He didn't like it one bit. He couldn't figure out what to do in this situation.

He started to believe that it was your body. Your body had given up and wouldn't stay healthy no matter how much he fed you. Your skin was almost white and your eyes looked dull. You ever smiled or showed any expression. You had been broken in the basement and he knew that. 

   " Darling? "

He looked into the living room and looked at your still sitting form on the floor. Your eyes concentrated outside at the sand and water. He walked over to you and took a seat beside you. You didn't make any attempt to move and face him and your eyes still pointed towards the ocean. He took your hand in his but it felt cold.

You wore light blue jean shorts with a long belt to hold them up on your hips. A white crop top was worn on your body too. It was short-sleeved and stretched to your mid stomach. Malcolm loved looking at you with light-colored clothes. Especially, white because it made you look heavenly. 

   " Flower you're making me worried. "

   " ... "

No response. Like always you never responded to anything unless it seemed important. Nothing was important to you anymore so you barely talked. Malcolm hadn't heard your voice in weeks and he missed the honeysuckle voice emitting from your throat. Even if it was just a groan or a hum, anything would satisfy him.

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   " You need to eat, flower. You're getting too skinny. Your clothes won't fit you anymore because of how skinny you are. "

   " ... "

   " Sweety please look at me. "

   " ... "

   " Y/n. "

   " ... "

He grabbed your shoulders and forced you to look at him. He turned your body and head to face him. To only look at him and not the ocean anymore. 

   " Look at me! "

Your face held no reaction. You didn't look frightened or scared. You just had a blank look plastered on your face. Your eyes were facing him but they scared him. They had no emotion hidden in them or fully showing. 

Your face was just blank with no color on your cheeks and you didn't look alive, but you weren't dead either. He let your shoulders go and you stayed still for a few moments before facing the window. He tried shutting the curtains but you still sat in the same spot every day. He walked away and into his greenhouse looking at his flowers. They were beautiful and fully bloomed but it seems he couldn't take care of his most precious flower. 

He shook his head and slowly walked back into the living room. He crouched beside you and leaned his head on your shoulder.

   " Do you want to go outside? "

You still didn't move but he saw a little spark light up in your eyes. It was only a few seconds but he saw it. He smiled as he stood you up and opened the door. You didn't make any movements and just stood in the glass doorway. You looked towards Malcolm and he gestured for you to come outside.

   " It's okay to come out. Come on. "

You started walking. You walked on your own this time without his help and you walked to the shore where the water touched the sand. You let your head fall back and the wind work through your hair. The sun was setting and it was beautiful but you only cared about feeling the sand and the wind. Malcolm watched your figure and how the sun bounced on it. 

He knew you needed this moment alone so he didn't join you at the shore but he watched you from the door. He knew you wouldn't run away. You were weak and had no strength left so you wouldn't make it far. Your body craved the sunlight and you loved the feeling of the cold wind on your skin. This is exactly what your body needed.

You opened your eyes and took in the surroundings. You felt how light your body was and how thin you were. You couldn't pull the skin away from your body because there was no fat and there was nothing but bone. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears and the scars on your back. You knew what was coming and you smiled at the sun.

   " Thank you. "

Malcolm watched your body stand in front of the sunlight. Just taking it in and it made him smile. His smile soon faded. Your body had fallen to the side and hit the sand. He ran to your body and held your shoulders in his hands. 

He turned you to face him but your eyes weren't closed. They were open, they looked dim. The color was faded away slightly and there was no sense of someone living held in them. Your skin was warm from the sun but the wind had taken away your last breathe. The wind carried your last words away from this place. 

   " Flower? "

There was no response.

   " Flower? " He screamed.

   " Y/n! "

   " Y/n! "

He screamed your name over and over again but he never received a response. Tears streamed down his cheeks and he let his tears fall where ever they wanted. He stopped shouting your name and held you to him.

   " Please wake up. "

   " Please tell me this is a joke. "

   " I-I'll put you b-back in the basement if you don't stop this joke. "

   " Y-Y/n...please, "

He pressed your body to him and he put your chin on his shoulder and he held you.

   " Come back. "

But you remained silent and lifeless in his arms.