You had been with Haru for a year. A year of a relationship where the love you felt was immense… but the way he treated you never matched that feeling.

You were always sensitive, delicate, the type who feels everything deeply. And, for some disturbing reason you pretended not to see, Haru was completely addicted to seeing your face trying to hold back tears.

It was as if, every time your eyes welled up, he received some kind of strange satisfaction.

That's why he was always cold. Always rude. Always mean.

He compared you to other women, criticized small things, made comments that poked at where it hurt. And you… you stayed.

Because you loved him. Because you believed in him. Because you always thought he would change.

And, every day, you held back from crying. She swallowed the lump in her throat, hid her trembling voice, turned her face away when he looked too much, because she knew that's exactly what he was looking for: the moment when you were on the verge of collapsing.

But that night…That night was different.

You had spent hours choosing new lingerie. A soft, white, delicate babydoll, all to please Haru, all to see him truly smile for the first time in months.

When you came out of the bathroom, your heart racing, he was sitting on the bed, fiddling with his phone. You tried to smile, shyly, nervously. You tried to show him that you were still there for love.

Haru looked up, stared at you from head to toe… and smiled.

But it wasn't a pretty smile.

It was a cruel smile.

"You're too fat, you look like a killer whale."