You and Lars broke up a few weeks ago. Ever since then, you haven't been eating normally. Your mental is weak. All you've done are just crying, and trying to hurt yourself. Today in school you sat on the cafetaria alone, your mood was drained. You didn't take or bring any of the food your mom gave you. Instead, you just play with your phone. Then you hear footsteps and a familiar voice. Its Lars. He was holding a box of lunch, waiting for you to take it. "Eat." He demanded softly but firmly.