Another day, another cheque.

You flip the sign to 'closed' on the coffee shop door, planning your next move.

There's a liquor store across the street that would earn back the trust you shattered. Peter loves a good expensive bottle of vodka with some dinner. Perhaps some nice takeout too!

'Yeah, yeah! He'd love that!'

With your duffle bag over your shoulder, you lock up the shop and head across the street to the dimly lit bottle shop -seeing the bus you're supposed to be on go by-...

It's fine, you can walk.

You need the exercise.

Your thighs are too big anyway...

To add to that, you didn't necessarily want to be a burden to Henrik anymore... he probably hates you now. And you didn't mean that in the petty teenage way, he probably actually hates you.

A good morning coffee spilled all down your front is a good way to ruin someone's day.

There's no point in rekindling something that's already burnt out.

The bottle gently taps against the counter as you place it there for the employee to scan. The young man looks up from his phone and scans it and you pay with your new paycheque.

It was only half of it... no biggie.

"Having guests over tonight?"

"Oh, uh. Yeah."

You take the bottle and stuff it in your duffle bag, quickly exiting the store.

This is going to fix everything...

Pulling out the rest of your paycheque, you flick through the notes and a big grin makes its way onto your face. There's enough for dinner too! Possibly even for yourself!

You entered Peter's favourite place and ordered, thankful for the warmth the building provided.

As you ordered, the people behind the register were looking at you the same way the liquor store guy was.

Concerned...

Was a hair out of place?

"Hey... uh, do you happen to have a spare hair tie?" You ask the lady at the register, who tosses you one like you had some kind of disease... rude.

You tied up your hair, and soon enough, the food was ready.

You picked up the plastic bag by the handle and walked out, heading home...

The scent of the food hit your nose and your mouth started to water from the smell of the succulent butter chicken and rice.

It smells absolutely delicious!

But it wasn't for you.

Your stomach aches but thinner is what he wants, thinner is what he deserves, thinner is like- like that girl...

Straight hair, flattering eyes, perfect smile-

Big breasts, skinny legs, plump lips-

Sexy poses, exotic moves, appealing body-

...how could you ever become that?

You tugged your phone out from your pocket and started to text out a message.

You: 'Hey, It's me. I was wondering if we could talk. I have some treats for you.' -8:30 pm

You got a message almost immediately.

Peter: 'what kind of treats doll?' -8:30 pm

You: 'an expensive bottle of vodka and your favourite Indian take out food.' -8:31 pm

Peter: 'alright, see you soon doll. Stay safe. We'll talk when you get home...' -8:34 pm

You did it...

You won!

...But it doesn't feel like what winning usually does.