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[dollys-perfect-world]

Fragile Petals♡

Another Andie x Sal fic!!!

Written with a LOTT of help from @pippafitzamobisleftblueconverse (they came up with the idea, literally wrote like half of this for me, decided the title, and wrote out a script for me so tysm luvv/p💝 Go follow themm!!!)

TW!!!: ED!!

Andie sat on her bed, her fingers trembling as she typed a message to Sal. The weight of her emotions bore heavily on her fragile frame, but she mustered the courage to reach out to him. "Hey, Sal. Can I come over for a sleepover?" she texted, her heart pounding in her chest.

Seconds turned into an eternity as Andie anxiously awaited Sal's response. Finally, her phone buzzed, bringing a glimmer of hope to her troubled mind. "Of course, my little flower," Sal replied. A small smile tugged at the corners of Andie's lips as she began to pack a small bag, her thoughts swirling with a mix of excitement and apprehension.

As she gathered her belongings, a wave of dizziness washed over Andie, threatening to pull her under. Her stomach churned, a stark reminder of her relentless battle with anorexia. Despite the persistent waves of nausea, she was determined to see Sal. She took a deep breath, mustering the strength to drive to his house.

Arriving at Sal's house, Andie noticed the absence of his parents or brother. A sense of relief washed over her, knowing that they would have the privacy they craved. Sal greeted her with a warm smile, his eyes filled with love and concern. He leaned in and gently kissed her, their connection offering solace in the midst of her struggles.

They spent the evening wrapped in each other's arms, finding comfort in their shared affection. Cuddling on the couch, their bodies intertwined, they reveled in the simple joy of being together. Their lips met in tender kisses, speaking volumes of their unspoken love.

As the hours passed, Sal decided to prepare dinner for both of them. However, he couldn't ignore the distress etched on Andie's face. Concerned, he gently asked, "What's wrong, my love?" Andie hesitated, her voice trembling, before insisting that she was fine.

But Sal knew better. He saw through the facade she wore, recognizing the pain hidden beneath her fragile smile. His heart ached for her, knowing that her struggle with anorexia had taken its toll. He couldn't bear to see her suffer in silence any longer.

Andie's vision blurred, and her body grew weaker by the minute. Sal's worry intensified, and he couldn't ignore the signs of her declining health any longer. "Are you okay?" he asked once more, his voice laced with genuine concern.

Before Andie could even muster a reply, she succumbed to her body's exhaustion, fainting in Sal's arms.

Sal didn't waste a second picking her up and holding her in his arms. It took him a moment to be able to move again, his eyes locked on Andie. He hated himself for not helping her earlier.

Sal walked over to the couch in the living room and layed Andie down. He was so gentle and careful with her that you'd think she was about to fall apart. He again just stood there looking at her for a couple seconds, then went back to the kitchen and finished dinner. It was pasta, and he made it the way he knew Andie liked it.

As Sal was putting the Pasta on plates, he heard the floorboards creek as Andie stood up. He dropped the spoon that was in his hand and rushed in.

Andie was trying to walk over to him, but Sal intervened before she had a chance. He picked her up and held her against him tight as she let out a dizzy giggle. Sal smiled despite how worried he was.

Sal usually didn't eat on the couch, but he thought it'd be better if Andie was comfortable while she ate. He sat their plates down on the coffee table and held Andie in his lap.

Andie wasn't going to argue about eating, not after fainting infront of Sal. Because she knew that she couldn't win. But that didn't stop the tears.

So, Sal settled on handfeeding her. He set his own plate aside, held andies plate, and helped feel her, going slow to make sure she wouldn't get sick or feel too bad. Sal worked to feed her carefully and wipe her tears as quick as they fell at the same time. Andie thought he was magical for it, honestly. She only ended up eating about half of the pasta on her plate, but to Sal, it was better than nothing.

Sal just put his plate in the fridge for later; Andie was his top priority. He pulled her closer since the plate was out of the way now. Her crying had stopped now, but she was still quiet. She hid her face in his shoulder.

Sal broke the silence. "You know I'll always love you, skinny or not. I don't care about your body." He paused, at Andie. "I'd much rather you not be skinny than be sick like this, My Flower."

Sal couldn't even tell if Andie was listening or not until he felt her tears starting to soak into his shirt. He let out a breath and just rubbed her back, letting her cry.

He turned on a show she liked on the TV for her. That made her sit up. Sal took that as his chance to wipe her tears and kiss her cheek. He frowned when she didn't have much of a reaction. So, he kissed her nose, and it earned him a quiet, tired giggle from her. He'd never been more proud of himself.

Sal sat and played with Andies hair as she calmes down. She kept her eyes glued to the silly show playing. Naomi once taught sal how to braid, and now he takes every chance he can to braid Andies hair. He practices on Naomi all the time, just to make sure it'll be perfect on Andie.

He had to stop short though, becuase Andie leaned back on him. He didn't mind though; this was better than braiding her hair. Andie kept watching the show silently until she mumbled, "I love you," and then turned to bury her face in Sals neck. Sals heart was far past melting, it was just ashes by now.

"I love you too, Little Flower."

Sal knew Andies eyes were closed due to being able to feel her eyelashes against his skin. And he knew that she'd fallen asleep about 2 minutes later due to her breathing patterns changing.

Sal was in an uncomfortable position to sleep in, but andie was comfy in his lap. And again, Andie was his top priority. One night of bad sleep was a price he was willing to pay just to know that Andie was sleeping alright. ♡

[stanwalkerofficial]

I just got a ticket to Tool tonight for $20

[carosi-v-blog]

I just keeled over before because I'm seeing the Hunger games tomorrow.