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Valentine's Special [Sasha]

Cracked beige paint, stained with darkened scars of former rainfalls and splotches of sun-bleached blemishes, clung for dear life to the rotting wooden support beams, barely able to hold the weight they were designed for and buckling under any occasional excess upwards of a few kilograms. A faint breeze rushed through its termite pores, emitting a soft howling sound against the otherwise quiet evening. Well - mostly otherwise quiet was a more suitable statement.

A single speck of light glowed from one of the ancient building's rooms. Whereas most of the night's light was provided by dim, inconsistently flickering lamps dotted across multitudinous different floors, Apartment 205 was absolutely ablaze with aurora. Even the very stars were rivaled by the fluorescence it emitted against an otherwise empty evening. The clock read 10:00 p.m. to those who cared to read it - if they weren't already tucked into bed for tomorrow's school or workday - signaling sleep and silence, but as per usual, 205 was not one for compliance.

It was the evening before Valentine's Day. Nobody had the date ingrained deeper within their mind than Room 205's sole inhabitant.

All the lights in your apartment were lit and there were absolutely no signs of turning them off anytime soon. This year would, after all, mark the first Valentine's Day that you would be spending with your girlfriend of now almost a year. Sasha. Your hustling heart couldn't help but stop to swell just at the mere thought of her. The end of February was when you would be able to say, for the very first time in the entirety of your life, "We've been together for a year." It was that sole thought that kept your veins vigorous and your body free of any sleep that usually would've destroyed your plans. Almost a year, almost a year, almost a year. Through the monotonous monochrome Mondays to the flatly unfulfilling Fridays you'd spent swaddled head-to-toe in schoolwork, she was always a constant speck of color, a light in the very blackness of Earth's molten core. The weekends you endured were even more tedious - you couldn't imagine what it would be like without Sasha's tricks and trouble.

Perhaps that was a fate you'd brought upon yourself, though. After all, you hadn't needed to take all advanced courses and maintain outstanding grades. That was what everyone said, at least.

It seemed like the only people to disagree with that statement were you, your girlfriend, and, of course, your parents.

As you tightened the strap of your pink-and-white Kiss the Cook apron - a birthday gift from her, of course - you shifted in your stance. Music blared throughout your small flat, so loudly that you were surprised the neighbors had yet to file a complaint. Then again, you weren't even sure you had neighbors to begin with. You did live in a relatively run-down, extremely inexpensive, equally low-standard student apartment complex. Whereas most of your classmates still resided with their parents and your few elder friends were peppered throughout various college dormitories, your situation made you somewhat of an outlier.

The cookbook you'd propped open against your overflowing backpack was nearly swallowed up by the sea of textbooks surrounding it. The sight made bile form in your throat just at the thought of having to wake up early yet again the next morning, especially with your least favorite (and simultaneously hardest) class the only thing close to a warm welcome you'd be receiving. What a lovely way to spend Valentine's Day.

Well, that couldn't be changed. You still had a chore left to do, of course; chore wasn't exactly the right word to describe it, though. In all fairness, it sounded like one of the most fun things you'd be doing in a long time. Your eyes carefully scanned the recipe. Of course you'd double-triple-quadruple checked to make sure you'd purchased all the right ingredients and memorized the instructions for the concoction itself another thousand times over, but one more wouldn't hurt, surely.