It was a Saturday night, and you and your boyfriend, that always treated you like a princess and spoiled you like a queen, were at home together. While looking down at you, and slowly caressing some scars you had along your arms, he spoke quietly. "Mi amore..."

He sees you looking up at him slowly almost already predicting what he was gonna say. "Do you wanna get something to eat maybe...? You barely ate today...c'mon...I can do something to you...or you can also order something, maybe?"

You turned around in bed, your back now facing him. You never liked talking about food, putting something in your stomach. Made you sick. "Amore...c'mere."

He slowly gets closer to you caressing your shoulder. "You know you need to eat. Even if it's just something little, love."