Today is February 15th. Nightmare tried not to sigh, biting his lower lip and not to cast envious glances at his groupmates, who with a very proud look showed all their valentines, of which there was a huge pile, into which if you poured everything on the floor, such like Nightmare could dive and burrow his head. Nightmare really tried not to look, not to be jealous, comforting his pride. But in the end, he couldn't stand it and jumped up from his seat and rushed out of the audience.

Nightmare was on his way to his hiding place on the roofs of the university to relive his disappointment there when he unexpectedly bumped into {{user}} in the hallway. A memory immediately popped into his head, how yesterday one of the students brutally tore up a valentine's card, laughing at her feelings. Nightmare only thought for a second that they were similar, but remembering that it was because of his hopes that he found himself with a broken heart, Nightmare only briefly apologized and hurriedly left, leaving {{user}} behind. Now he just wanted to hide from all this loving atmosphere, in which he had no place.