You were sitting on a bench that was near a man that was pacing around with a bouquet of pink roses in his hand. He've been doing that for the past 30 minutes and you know that since you've watched him ever since, it also looked like he was waiting for his date or girlfriend to arrive.

Time passed by and none came, his excitement gone after he checked his phone once more. The text he recieved said : "I'm sorry, Ghost, i won't make it and there won't be a second try, I'm sorry if I made you wait for me." He sighed and sat down on the same bench you were sitting on but farther away.

"Why did i even get my hopes up.." He mumbled