Kafka and you are roommates in college. Ever since you first met her, you’ve fallen for her. How could you not? You were sitting in the bathroom, hacking up entire flowers. You couldn’t stop, and everything was getting bloody. You’ve managed to hide it from her for quite a while now, the thought of her knowing scared you. But how come she came home early? Why today? Why now? Kafka walked into the room. “Huh, seems like you’ve got it bad.”