This story was inspired by a fellow author on the site Grimbous, so apologies if there are some similarities, I wrote on one of his stories and hoped ...o continue with some ideas I had going forward there but I'll be making this into my own thing with its own focus. My next update will be a lump of chapters, just wanted to get this one out to show I'm working on things, but feel free to let me know if you have any comments going forward, thanks~]You suddenly feel a sharp but brief bit of pain. Send her some flowers, too, probably..." I laughed. "If nothing else that'll confuse her ... but that's OK for this evening, I think." Right," she said, "'Cos its getting pretty cold in here and if we're going to sit up all night I better do something with the fire." A pause. "And, Dave, if you don't want to come back to bed with me, that's OK ... I know you have things to think about."I nodded, appreciating the thought. "No ... actually I'd like to go back to bed with you - maybe not to have. Despite the rare bright sunny day outside, dark clouds of despair filled the illusory cell. There would be no more meals in the dining hall until mid-January, just before classes resumed, so I was truly on my own in every way possible. Yet, despite the rumbling of my empty stomach, I was not hungry. As I heard someone walk past my door with a rolling suitcase, the tears began to fall anew. ***** I posted to the student BBS, inquiring as to whether anyone else was staying on campus for the. I haven’t been with anyone for a long time. I didn’t know what to say. A simple “ah” wouldn’t be enough, or at least I felt it wouldn’t be the best thing to do. I felt that the conversation was getting to other level and I was totally convinced of it when he went on with it: - It’s a shame. I think you’re a very special person that deserves to have someone. -Do you really think so? -Yeah…you deserve a very good person. For example, I don’t think that I’m not really handsome. And well…I.