Babe, I don’t wanna interrupt your plan, so go grab some food and text me when you’re done...

You figure that Shawna’s platonic dinner, (not a date) will be over in an hour or two and slide into a booth at a local bar. You enjoy a few cocktails and pass the time browsing the web and ignoring Tom’s pleas that you come to the lab. Just to get him to stop you shoot back a big “go get fucked” message and block him. After an hour you start texting Shawna. There is a sinking feeling in your stomach, you try to quench the feelings with more booze, and it only kind of helps. You get frustrated and decide to stagger over to Shawna’s apartment when the bar closes down for the night. You see her bedroom light is on, so you lean on her buzzer.

After a few minutes, you hear her come on the intercom. “who is it?” she asks. You respond, “shawna, its me, Kyle. Where were you tonight, you lose your phone?” “shay, come back to bed, I ain’t done witcha!” you hear from the background. “who even is that?” “Its just Kyle, He sounds drunk, I’ll get rid of him… Oh crap the Intercom is still on, err…” you feel a knife plunge into your heart. “I get it Shawna, I’m out of here, enjoy your shitty life and that idiot’s cock!”

You stumble back into the night and wander town aimlessly for a few hours. You pass out from all the booze right on a railroad track. You are sliced in half by the blue line and die.

The End.