by Timekeeper » Wed Feb 24, 2016 3:53 pm
Peony told herself she was going to spend the night in with a book, instead her Valentine's night consisted of piles of tissues, a rose - now wilted- that she had brought herself and her favourite stuffed toy. All she wanted was some company, even her mother would do, on this night when everyone else was celebrating their love for one another and she had no-one but Monkey. No-one.