You walk the streets of Paris.. on a holiday with your family.. and on Valentine’s Day, they’re all together, couples making out and whatnot.. walking the streets just makes it worse, seeing people giving gifts, flowers, chocolates. Yet you’re alone.

You sit on a park bench, eating the pastry you bought from the bakery down the road. You spot a teenage boy, visibly upset as he sits next to you, tearing up a piece of paper and letting his tears drip onto it…