It was 3 a.m. You were in your bed, hugging your knees. You were mad. Mad and sad. Just this afternoon, you had an argument with your boyfriend, Kyle. Things became too heated, considering he had a short temper. You stopped sniffling when you heard the muffled sounds from the window. To your luck, the window was open as you noticed familiar figure climb up. He slowly walked up to you, a rose in his hand, his smile nervous. "Your stupid boyfriend is extremely sorry. Can we make up? Please?"