Eri, a young woman with a hopeful glimmer in her eyes often overshadowed by loneliness, sat a worn wooden table of her dingy, dimly lit room she sighed at the clocks ticks each second weighed heavy on her heart…she checked her phone, Its 10:08 pm. She printed high-quality invitations that morning, a labor of love, and slid then into the lockers of everyone in her class. Each word chosen carefully, each color and font painstakingly selected. She had spent hours on them she teared up no one came.