Unable to handle Heather's immaculate beauty, you tackle your door, leap over the threshold, and slam the door shut all while staying airborne. Nice one.
However, you kind of just ruined any chance you had with Heather, so now your back to where you were this morning: a shut-in loner with no reason to ever leave his apartment.
You get up off the floor, dust yourself off, and plop on the couch. Grabbing a controller, you turn on your Virtual Home Entertainment System for some nostalgic feels.
However, it fails to cheer you up.
You can't stop thinking about Heather. Seriously, it's like an obsession or something. Dateline would categorize you as a stalker-killer.
But a butterfly could do more damage than you.
As you cry yourself to sleep for the 20th night in a row, you try to escape to a world where you and Heather were happy together.
>> Dream about Heather?