You stood beneath the tent that sheltered you from the rain and sad skies. You had zoned out as you stared at the foods across the commune table as black garments draped over your slouched back.

You stared at the picture of your boyfriend in the frame with an unimaginable sadness as the voice of your friends sort of just tuned out. That was until a hand landed on your shoulder and a whisper erupted in your ear.

“Sorry about your boyfriend.. All those muscles didn’t help much..”