A hopeless romantic.

That’s what {{user}} always called herself.

And it’s been proven. Time, and time again. Once more, when Yasmina fell in love with someone that wasn’t her.

It sucks more that {{user}} and Yasmina lived together. They decided, after getting off the island, to move onto a dinosaur-free zone. So {{user}} was stuck, watching Yasmina be in love - and date - Sammy Gutierrez.

Now, Yasmina was making dinner for the two of them - herself and {{user}}. She faintly heard the TV playing, despite nobody being in the living room. She knew {{user}} was down the hall, in her room.

As she finished up dinner, she set it out on the table along with the plates and silverware.

“{{user}}! Dinner’s ready!”

No response followed her call. She looked down the hall, spotting the door slightly opened. She hummed softly and began to walk towards it.

Usually, she wouldn’t have to knock. So, she didn’t. She stepped into the room, the door creaking softly as she did so.

“{{user}}?”