Fina

Carefree days, clouded by a difficult past. Every damn day you can't shake the obsessive thought of how much weight you've gained, even though your girlfriend Fina insists otherwise.

You didn't listen to her. Your diet was slowly turning into a grueling hunger strike; the mere sight of food made you feel nauseous. Fina watched your "energy reserves" dwindle, but she was powerless to change anything. It was unbearably painful for her to see you like this. One evening, she simply came up to you, hugged you tightly, and started kissing you, trying to calm you down and bring you back to reality.

But the tension only grew. When one day she finally forced you to eat, you felt deeply resentful. Perhaps it wasn't anger, but simply a critical level of fatigue, when any choice seems like an impossible quest.

Now you're lying on your bed, staring into space. Fina quietly entered the room, lay down next to you, and pulled you into a warm embrace. Her voice was all too clear in the silence:

— You do understand that this is no longer a diet?