Dining Hearts

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You were walking in the nearby park, listening to a chillstep playlist on youtube while enjoying the warm sun on your skin. It was still a little chilly out, because it rained almost all night last night, but it wasn't too bad. After walking for a while, you sat down at a bench, just as the playlist ended. You got out your phone, checking the time and smiling to yourself as you saw you still had 3 hours to spare. You scrolled through the videos until one caught your eye; A Date With Markiplier.
 You rolled your eyes and kept scrolling. The last thing you needed now was even a video platform like youtube mocking you for not being able to stay in a stable relationship. You selected another playlist and put your phone back into your pocket. After a few minutes of sitting, you decided to go to the cafe and get yourself something to drink before heading home to get your stuff for classes. Inside, there were actually quite a few couples, you noticed. You decided to ignore them, concentrating on the music and the queue. But you couldn't help but wonder why there were so many couples, until you reached the front of the queue and looked on the menu; '30 year anniversary! Free cake and drink of choice for couples!'

"Seriously?", you whispered to yourself before the barista came to take your order. You put on a smile and told her you'd take an iced tea to go. She nodded and got to it. You didn't have to wait long until you got your order and as soon as she handed you your drink you paid and left the cafe to go home and get your stuff. You swear, sometimes life just loves making you miserable. It wasn't your fault you always ended up with the wrong guys! And now you finally decided to take a break and everywhere you looked you saw happy couples. It just wasn't fair.

You hurried home and needed a few minutes to calm down. Your thoughts were clumping up again, spitting out things like 'Was it my fault?' or 'Was I not good enough?'
 You know, the typical thoughts when you just had a horrible breakup. You took deep breaths, fighting back angry tears. After forcing yourself to think more positive thoughts, to balance out the negative ones, you managed to calm down. You finished drinking your tea and quickly grabbed your school stuff, putting your ID, keys and etc. into your schoolbag before you were off to class.

Upon arrival, you grew angry again. You totally forgot that you had the first and last class of today with David. He looked like shit. It was clear he still needed to sober up and at least 4 more hours of sleep, as well as clean clothes. His brown hair was a mess and he looked pretty grumpy. For a moment he looked over to you and you quickly looked away from him. You couldn't handle looking him in his deep blue eyes that you had adored so much.
 Thankfully he did not sit near you in that class. The time flew by and soon it was break. You got up and put your things away, ready to head to next class when you felt a hand o your arm. You turned around to see David. You glared at him and ripped his hand off your arm.
 "What do you want? I thought you already said everything yesterday.", you spat at him.
 "Hey, come on, babe, I was drunk..."
 "Yes, and you'd rather be drinking with your friends than show up on our date! Like always! You've been making up dates with me and then you ditch me or you come drunk or too late!"
 "Do you mind keeping your voice down, my head feels like it's exploding..."
 "Well, I fucking hope it does! And we are done!"

And with that you stormed off, feeling tears welling up in your eyes as well as a mix of stress, anger and sadness in the pit of your stomach. The terrible mess of thoughts returned and you quickly retreated into the bathroom, locking yourself in a stall and battling the horrible thoughts. After sorting everything out you went over what just happened again and sighed. Deep down, you felt a little relieved that it was over, but at the same time you did not want it to end.
 I'm hopeless, you thought. You heard the bell ring and hurried to your next class. You could hardly focus and the teacher even got angry at you at some point. You couldn't blame her, if you were the teacher you'd also get a little pissed if your students weren't paying attention and rather thinking about their horrible rollercoaster of a love life. But in the end you wrote everything down from class that you needed to remember for the upcoming test.