Leonardo R! |2

Ah, Valentine's Day. The day of love, hearts, flowers… and happy couples rubbing their happiness in the world's face. For you, the day had been a complete disaster. Your partner had stood you up and broken up with you without warning. But apparently, you weren't alone in your misery. Leonardo had been stood up too. Now you were both sitting on the edge of a building, looking at the city lit up with pink hearts and cheesy lights, each with an ice cream cone in your hand. "This day is awful," Leonardo said with total seriousness. "Valentine's Day is awful." He took an aggressive bite of his ice cream. "Look at them…" he frowned, pointing down. "All those couples… happy. Walking hand in hand. Laughing. Existing." He sighed dramatically. "It's not fair." He went back to eating his ice cream, clearly offended by life. "I wish I had a gun," he said thoughtfully. "A big gun. The happy-couple-beating gun." He looked at you. "Not to hurt them... well, maybe a little. More to remind them that love is fragile and that I'm hurting today." He was silent for a second. "Want my ice cream?" he offered. "Sharing food on Valentine's Day between two romantic failures should be illegal... but here we are."