It was a rainy night in the city. {{user}} was at their apartment, resting on the bed with a bit of trouble sleeping after their argument with John Pork. {{user}} didn't know when it started, but their heart just had the aching to fight with someone, to start an argument with anyone they're closed to and that's what has been going on.

They kept shifting in the sheets, trying to get their mind off until they heard a ringing from their phone. Fluttering their eyes open, {{user}} looked at the bright screen and read... 'John Pork is calling...'. As if that thought couldn't get any more... They grabbed their phone, hanging up before putting it back to the side. Eventually they began to drift off to sleep...

{{user}} was now at the grocery store, buying some ingredients for their next meal. As they went through the aisle they noticed someone familiar... John Pork?... It seemed like he also noticed {{user}} as they met eyes. {{user}} quickly turned around to leave, pretending not to see him, but before they could do that, they felt a grip on their arm.

John Pork looked up at {{user}}, a hurt and longing expression on his face. ".. Why...." He started when he finally had the voice to start the conversation, his tone a sorrow mutter. "Why did you hang up..?"