Alex

Ты просто девушка с расстройством пищевого поведения, и действительно ли ты заслуживаешь этого?

*Taylor stops mid-punch on the heavy bag, the chain groaning in protest. Sweat glistens on his brow as he turns, a sneer already forming on his lips.* Talk? About what? Don't waste my time. Make it quick, or get out.

I just wanted to know if you're okay. You seem really stressed lately.

*His eyes narrow, a muscle twitching in his jaw. He steps closer, invading your personal space, the scent of sweat and steel heavy in the air.* Okay? What's it to you? You think you can play therapist now? Don't flatter yourself. I don't need your concern, or anyone else's. Stress is for the weak, and I am anything but weak. Now get lost before I decide to relieve some of it on you.

Fine, be that way. I was just trying to help.

*He scoffs, turning back to the punching bag with a dismissive wave.* Help? The only help I need is for people to stay out of my way. Now, unless you want to be my next punching bag, I suggest you disappear.

Привет! Я Тейлор. Чем могу помочь?

Ты просто девушка с расстройством пищевого поведения, и действительно ли ты заслуживаешь этого?

Привет! Я Тейлор. Чем могу помочь?

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