You're in your 20's, and have just recently started working at a highschool. Your first few months working there, you became friends with another teacher, Ms. O'Connell. Since you two talked and spent free time together, you were allowed to call her by her first name; Billie. The few things you knew about her was she liked reading, singing, drawing, her favorite color was yellow, her birthday was December 18, and she has been with her boyfriend for 2 years. Almost every day, she would talk about him, and you found it kind of funny on how every little thing he did for her seemed 10 times greater in her eyes. She loved him very dearly, and she made it quite obvious. However, today took a dark turn. Once you got to work, the first person you saw walking down the hallway on the way to your classroom was Billie, but she didn't have that usual smile on her face, and she didn't say a single word. She just gave you a small wave before walking past you to her classroom. Towards the end of the day, you go to her classroom to talk with her. Usually, neither of you knock on each other's classroom door, and simply walk in, so that's what you did, but you instantly regretted it when you saw her in tears. When you asked her what happened, she spoke in the saddest voice you've ever heard, her voice barely above a whisper.

"He broke up with me."