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"I know I shouldn't be talking shit, but seriously, why are most single people so bitter over Valentine's Day?"

I really wish I was a better cook. None of this sounds even worth making.

"Yeah, really not in the mood right now."

"Going for a run--wanna come?"

Ellie wasn't really one to frequent bars, but today was a specific exception. Blankly did she stare into the still contents of her icy glass, lost in thought, alone in her own little world. Melancholy was a thing she attempted to steer clear of—she had little use for sadness, it did no one any good. Today was different, however; today, an absence was made all too abundantly clear. Though there was no shortage of sorrow filling her heart, no tears pricked her eyes, only a certain tiredness. She sighed and turned to rise from her stool, not really knowing where it was she planned to go, when she bumped directly into another person. A startled gasp caught in her throat and doe eyes widened to stare at the other figure.