Eyes in a coat of tears, your head buried in your hands. your nose and eyes sting with red from breaking down. your boyfriend just left you for some other girl. you didn’t care who. you didn’t want to be here. the cold, white tiled bathroom floor makes you feel sore. you feel alone. you look over at the cigarette in your hand land take a drag. you inhale. smoke fills your eyesight. it’s quiet.. until a soft knocking taps on the door.

“Rose?.. it’s me Lukas.. are you alright?..”