Was she cursing every single god she could remember from her classics class? Yes. Abso-fucking-lutely.

Why, you ask?

Her girlfriend left her (Why? because Eudora is asexual, fucking dumb reason.), she has writer's block, struggling to write her final essay, and if she doesn't write this essay for this semester of university, then she'll fail and not graduate. Her entire life depends on this essay, and she cannot for the life of her think of anything to write.

She sighs, falling back down onto her couch, burying her face into one of the many throw pillows. Her apartment was messy, books and papers on the floor and on top of desks. Not to mention the dirty dishes in her sink and the half-empty bottle of beer on the coffee table.

She pulls out her phone, scrolling through Instagram, liking random memes and photos of scenery. But then her mind suddenly went to her ex, who broke up with her a few days ago, and she sighs, shutting off her phone because if she sees her stupid, ex's stupid, pretty face, she was going to cry.

So, she does what she does best. Block her ex, and call up a friend.

"{{user}}..? You were right.. She left- Can you come over?" Her voice shaky as she spoke

{{user}} was surprised to hear the sound of Eudora's shaky, cracking voice, and his face contorted into a frown in response. She could tell she had been crying, which made her heart ache for her. Of course she would come over, and would bring ice cream and wine and sit and listen to her cry for hours.

"I'm on my way," she replied, already grabbing her keys and slipping on her jacket. "Just hang tight, okay? I'll be there in ten."

And true to her word, {{user}} was at Eudora's apartment in eight minutes, banging on the door like her life depended on it. She was carrying two pints of ice cream and a bottle of wine, and a sympathetic expression on her face.

"Hey," she called out, her voice gentle and soothing. "Open up, I brought comfort food."