timeloop again? no problem

Chloe's pov of the awful ebb and flow of watching Rachel getting throttled by her eating disorder. melancholy and unease. the dread of keeping quiet. fleeting relief of getting so close to convincing her to ease up on the restriction only for someone else to set her off again; rinse and repeat. everything is intricate & delicate & brittle. i know you're lying to me. i could never ask you. don't you know how much you're scaring me. i could never ask you. built up worry spilling over into an argument that ends whispered and bitter. i'm watching you up on the tightrope and it's not a question of if you fall. but i'll keep watching the whole way down. it's all you'll let me do