Veronica says "it's got me very depressed." I mutter a few words to her "well I like you when your depressed." "But it makes me unattractive, and I think I'm fat." I say she doesnt have to worry, that "you don't seem so bad in my eyes and if you were bad well its fixable." She's Americanized, "Your just not empathetic enough. It's like sometimes you can be a jerk. Your just like Julian." She removes her midnight gloves. Anna creeps around the corner of the bed and begins to stroke Veronicas' back with her soft hand. She's tapping her fingers one,two,three down her spine and upon her collarbone. "I like you when your depressed too. I like anyone who is depressed, honey." I hate Anna, and Anna is in love with Veronica. I will not say I love Veronica. I chew a piece of fat from the inside of my mouth as I watch them kiss. I watch them play. I watch them wish their love was huge and high in values. It, however they kiss, is not. -Chris