My body cannot endure more than half a day in human form. It’s impossible to spend a whole day with my lover, even on a day as lovely as this. My body is like a rubber band. As soon as I step foot outside my house, I stretch it taut. But the more time passes, the more my arms grow weak, and because of its elasticity, the rubber band keeps trying to spring back to its original shape. My strength has bottomed out. I can no longer perform my duty as his girlfriend. That is to say, the rubber band has snapped my arm.
