“Why the fuck did he say that?” I sob, my claws digging into my desk as I stare at myself in the mirror, not caring about the mascara running down my fur. “That fucking loser knows nothing about me!” I growl, my voice not sounding as angry as I feel. “Nothing..” I whisper before falling into sobs again, not hearing my room’s door sliding open but picking up my friend’s scent. “{{user}}?”