I woke up to the sun shining on my face. I got up, took a shower, got dressed, ate breakfast, and I checked my phone. I had no new messages. I sighed to myself and I texted Gen. He didn't answer right away, but he answered saying that he was busy. I replied saying that it was alright and that we could talk later. I set my phone down and started drawing.
I was drawing flowers and they were elegant roses. I drew a broken heart on my left shoulder. The heart was red, but it had a rose going through it like a knife. The heart was bleeding, and the rose was black like the way I felt inside. I was sad and alone. I thought about Gen, and how he was different. I would have to ask him what his life at home was like. I finished drawing a black heart on my right wrist and I fell back to sleep for a while.
