No cracks, no fractures, no missing bones whatsoever.
Taxi cabs were her favorite way to go around the city. The boyfriend would open the car door for her and assist her while getting off the vehicle. She would take his offered hand like a princess getting off a lovely carriage. She would tell his boyfriend, “That’s what boyfriends are for.” Her boyfriend would nod in approval, kiss her on her forehead and smile. Her every step was watched. Her boyfriend is her safety scout. Sweet.
“If you don’t take care of me, I’ll break up with you.”
No pulled, strained muscles.
She did not suffer from any forms of fatigue. Her life was a bliss. No need to rush to a convenient store to grab a midnight snack. Her boyfriend would offer his phone and she would call the delivery hotline. And on those days when it was not possible to have the food delivered, he would buy it himself, not minding the time nor the weather. No need to go to a spa to relax. He would light an essence lamp and ask her to lay on her tummy. He would then sooth her tired muscles using his bare hands. He was not really good at this but it pleased her. “That’s what boyfriends are for,” she would think.
“Buy me food, or else I’ll break up with you.”
Perfect condition, from mouth to the intestines.
She was well-fed. Where to eat, what to eat.. it was her choice. Her every craving was satisfied. He would also introduce her to restaurants and plates she had never tried before. She would think it was fantastic. She would gain weight and think that was her boyfriend’s fault. He would smile and tell her that how attractive she still was. Compliments. That’s what boyfriends are for.
“Tell me I’m the prettiest or we’re through.”
Clean lungs. Healthy heart.
There was no way second-hand smoke could have harmed her. He was not a smoker. He lived a healthy life and so did she. He would take her to the country side and she would enjoy the sunshine and fresh air. He had to suspend several business trips so they could go together. Because according to her, that’s what boyfriends are for.
“Let’s go, or I’ll find another boyfriend to take me there.”
No signs of depression.
Hers was a worry-free life. Before she could even detect the problem, he already resolved it for her. She was trained not to care, not to worry about almost everything. Worrying was his job. That’s what boyfriends are for. He would be sick but he would tell her not to worry. He would buy and take his medicines all by himself. She would be sick and he would worry to death. A simple migraine and he would panic.
“Make the pain go away, or you’ll lose me.”
She was in perfect health the night he left her and yet she was found dead the following morning.
Credits from skrew you of peyups