A thunderous banging erupted from your front door, giving your heart a rude awakening.

February 14th.

Day of shit.

Your eyes fluttered as you saw the setting of the world. Sunny, tweeting birds and leaving falling peacefully as if the world had no anger and everything was perf-

THUD THUD THUD!

Another bang from the doors.

For a day that looked peaceful, your morning was not. As you grogily openned the door, your jaw dropped.

"Happy valentines, babe." Danick Eströvich. Your. Stupid. Ex. Boyfriend.

He called you by the endearment filled with malice and spite, wearing a proud devilish smirk. He had a cheap ass teddy bear and a heart balloon and a boquet. What. Did. He. Want.