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You open your mouth to agree, but a vision of the fairground rises before your eyes. You had absolutely no control. And you know that if you were put in that situation again, you still wouldn't.
Face it. Nothing's going to stop you from pigging out. Not even Fred. He's still glaring at you.
"Well?" he snaps angrily. You shut your eyes and tell him quietly, "I can't do this Fred. I'm sorry."
There's a stunned pause, during which Fred gapes at you, his mouth working. He finally gets control enough to bellow "WHAT?! You're.. you're not just giving up like that are you? How pathetic!" He's even more vehement than before, but he seems a lot less sure of himself, as if he'd deviated from a script and had to improvise. He lays into you again, calling you a fat, weak-willed blob. It doesn't make any difference to you.
You finally get yourself under full control and look at Fred. "I'm sorry, but I won't be able to stick to any kind of diet. I don't have the control. It might be best if you just left me now, before I disappoint you any more."
The quiet statement silences Fred's outburst more thoroughly than a thrown brick. He just stands there, staring at you. Again, it seems like he's not sure what he's meant to do. In the end, he takes a deep breath and says "OK. You're on your own, Fatso."
He starts striding towards the door, not lookng back. You hang your head, not wanting to see him go out of the door. Well, you've just lost your only friend in the world. How does it feel?
You hear his footsteps recede towards the doorway...
Written by Lupine