Imagine begging Star to eat something, anything, as the light in her deep blue eyes fades a little more each day. Imagine showering her in compliments, telling her she's thin and pretty already, and all of this starvation is unnecessary. Imagine finally giving up, accepting that your frail, quiet bug princess is going to kill herself eventually, whether by hunger or other means, and simply resolving to make what time she has left the best you can. Holding her tiny body close to you as she breathes feebly and drifts off to sleep. Taking her to the beach, and telling her that she's the most beautiful girl there, ignoring her visible ribs and gaunt face because you love her. Granting her final request and sleeping with her, afraid that each thrust will shatter her fragile, delicate bones, and treating her gently and kindly like the precious princess she is. And eventually, when the time comes, clutching her close to you, telling her it's ok to let go, you know she's in a lot of pain, but you'll see her again someday. Her final words are gratefulness, given to you for being the last person who cared about her when everyone else abandoned her. As the two of you embrace, tears running down your faces, Star breathes her lady and slips away, happy to have died in her true love's arms.