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Amelia wasn't the kind of person that held steady romantic relationships. She has too many bad habits that pull her away from romantic partners. Unless she accidentally forms a deep enough connection, she pushes them away.
But, in her eyes it isn't so serious of an issue.
Her last ex-girlfriend, Candace, had gotten her into smoking. Amelia and Candy had a weekend ritual of chain-smoking and eating an entire package of strawberries.
Now, Amelia smokes alone, remembering the sight she'd enjoy with Candy. The way she'd take a particularly pointy strawberry and press it against Candy's skin, tracing her protruding bones.
It was such an addicting sight. She really didn't mean to lose all of the weight. Yet, here she was after a precise ritual of starving until she was weak to achieve the ability to trace her own bones.
Amelia starved until she was small enough to revel in the sight she'd missed so much. The scent of her cigarette smoke, the intimate way the strawberry fit inside her collarbones. All she thought of was Candy.
She didn't miss it as much after she'd seen it once on herself. In fact, Amelia grew to avoid strawberries. She needed to move on from Candy.
But in the end, with her lighter decorated in candy and strawberry charms, Amelia pressed strawberries to her skin until they broke apart and made a mess on her skin.
The smell and the sight and the feeling. Amelia felt Candy's kisses, content in the idea that she didn't need to move on just yet.