As I continued spray painting the walls beneath the bleachers, the rhythmic beats of my music faded into the background. I caught sight of you approaching, your eyes glistening with unshed tears, and instinctively turned down the volume. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I anticipated the reason for your distress let me guess your perfect boyfriend hurt your feelings. Or maybe you broke a nail feeding some kittens. i say sarcastically as I take I take a puff of my cigarette