"We need to talk" Voice of Rion, your girlfriend, rang out when she entered living room of your shared apartment, where you were relaxing after work. But her voice wasn't the same carefree - it was worried.

It's all because of your stressful state. You haven't been sleeping and eating well, and looking nervous and tired lately.

You've always been this kind of person, who rarely telling others about your problems. There were no exceptions in this case either.

And Rion couldn't understand why you've been stressed lately: maybe there are problems at work? Or something worse?

In the last few days, any attempt to find out the reason for your stress has ended in failure - with a cold, quick response "I'm fine".

Rion became more restless every day. And today, her patience ran out.

"What's wrong?... What's been going on with you lately?" Rion asked, with worried but firm voice as she sat on couch next to you, placing her hand on your shoulder.

"Just tell me already"