"Honey, where are you going?" asked Joanne while Maureen jumped up from the chair.
"Toilet" the diva muttered, striding towards the restaurant's bathroom.
"But you went just a few min…" started Joanne, but Maureen was already gone. The lawyer let out a sigh and looked at the food in her lover's plate; it was almost intact except for some nibbled chicken wings. That night Joanne had proposed to Maureen to go to their favourite restaurant and spend a good Sunday night in the hope of cheer her up a little, since she noticed Maureen had had a strange behaviour during the last few weeks. She wasn't crazy and hyperactive as she used to be and she didn't even want to make out or have sex! That night Maureen looked even sadder and paler than the other days and she had barely ate her dinner. Joanne called the waiter and asked him to take away their plates. When Maureen came back, she found a big creamy slice of berry cake on her plate. "What is this?" she asked, pointing at the cake and looking at it as if it had eyes. Joanne smiled. "A tasty dessert for my tasty honeybear". Maureen didn't smile back. "I don't want it". Joanne's face fell. "But honey, it's your favourite cake!" "I said I don't want it" replied the diva with a tone that made no compromises. Joanne shrugged, feeling a cold shiver down her spine. "Alright, no one forces you". "Shall we go?" Maureen said, already grabbing her coat and bag. The lawyer had no choice but pay and follow her outside.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Joanne asked while they were making their way home. Maureen clenched her jaw, then smiled.
"Nothing, pookie, I'm fine. I'm just a bit tired"
"You did nothing all day long…" thought Joanne. "Okay. Then we'll go straight to bed so you can… "rest"", she giggled, already foretasting her lover's lips on hers. Maureen only nodded and they walked in silence until they got home.
Even under the thick blanket and with Joanne warming her, Maureen was still as cold as a corpse. Joanne turned on her left side and hugged her tight, rubbing a hand on the diva's arm to warm her. She then passed her hand on Maureen's waist and hip. Joanne's brain froze for a second and she brusquely retired her hand, letting out an exclamation of surprise.
"What?" Maureen asked, turning her head to a terrfied Joanne. "What?!" asked again, seeing that Joanne didn't answer.
"Your bones… I could feel all your ribs and your hip bones… Why are you so thin?"
Maureen seemed confused for a moment, then her eyes became slots. "Do I disgust you?"
Joanne felt even more surprised. "Honey, what are you talking about? You don't…"
"Yes, I do, I see it in your eyes!" She stormed out of the bed. Joanne grabbed her wrist.
"Maureen, don't you dare do your usual diva things and look at me!" she said with firm voice, making her lover turn and look at her.
"What's wrong? Talk to me! You know you can!"
Maureen pushed her away, her eyes filled with tears. "I don't wanna talk! I'm tired, it's late and I wanna sleep, just sleep, CAN'T I?!"
She shouted the last words and returned to the bed, tucking her head under the blanket and facing away from Joanne. Joanne was stunned: what did just happen? She slowly sat on the edge of the bed and lay on the cold mattress. She already knew she wouldn't have been able to sleep that night.