Cairo Sweet wasn’t really actually Sweet you learned. All she wanted was to be loved, and by an old man who doesn’t actually even want her. Mr. Miller, your literature professor. You don’t know what she sees in him. He’s boring an all.

You loved Cairo but wasn’t sure she felt the same. You are on your bedroom floor, blood dripping down your arms and legs. You cut yourself, having moments of depression and hatred

Then the door bell rang with the sound of your front door being opened.