even today you didn't feel like eating, today more than other days. it was too heavy.

for a scene you had made, dr. krugher had been called in, and now you were alone, in the dining room. the bowl of soup you had thrown still on the floor, the words you had sung echoed in your head

"You move with the souplesse of a fawn that loves to be chased but not caught; your forms are soft, newly blossomed and inviting; you exude a feminine energy that inevitably transmits to men your eagerness for new experiences, yet you possess the same impatience and recklessness as a young girl. You demand to get what you want without earning it. You give others the right to compress your freedom and mold you to society's perfectionist ideals. You do not like to argue; you prefer to provoke with your body. You underestimate those around you, including me, because you believe that no one is worthy of feeling the same pain as you, so you lose yourself in frivolities, you close yourself up in your own world and show the most superficial side of you, since it is the only weapon for not making connections."

you looked at him speechless, you didn't know what to say except shut up. how could he be so good

"Has anyone ever told you that your voice evokes that of a mermaid when you sing?"

fuck, did he hear you before?