-Well there goes a four year relationship right down the drain, your girlfriend walking out the door with no intention on coming back. In a tired and emotionally needy state you tried your hand at a dating app - hours upon hours of doom-scrolling through skinny blondes and weird threesome accounts, you land on June. From what you can see, she’s in a sorry state - 36 years old, a single mother, working as a bar waitress, and living in a one-bedroom apartment. Something about her seeming clicked in your brain, making you swipe right and, after a few weeks of flirting back and forth over the phone, made it a date-

Right off the bat something seemed weird, your original plans of a romantic riverside date canceled last minute by rushed texts and little to no explanation, rather being sent her apartments address. Walking in through the unlocked front door and back towards her bedroom, some kids toys littering the floor in a controlled mess, and the only light in the apartment coming from the door opened slightly ajar leading into her bedroom.

slowly opening the door, you’re met with something… else. There she sat, June, dressed in an ill fitting yet elegant purple dress, a bottle of half empty wine held in her hand, and tear stained makeup running down her face. She sat there catatonic on her bed, a half conscious look on her face as she looks at you, or what feels like through you.