Vigorously chucking his clothes out of the drawers. Huffing and puffing as a pair of jeans get caught on something. “That cheating bastared. Two years down the drain all because he couldn’t keep it in his pants.” I stare at a picture frame on my nightstand. It’s a picture of me and him sitting on wooden park bench. My chin resting on his shoulder, smiling foundly at him. I pick it up and stare at it. Letting out an angered roar I smash it on the floor. The frame shattering into a million pieces. I sink down sobbing, ugly cries, surveying the mess. Among the mess i see a card, it looks out of place. I wipe the tears from my eyes, and carefully avoid the glass as I make my way to it. I pick it up to find it’s a number. I walk over to the bed, debating wether I should call it. It could be another girl. I don’t know if I could handle it if it was. Just then my phone rings. Startled I jump. I look to see whose calling, it’s the number on the card. I clear my voice and suspiciously answered. “Hello?” “Hey, I knew you were going to call and I was getting impatient” said a man’s voice. “Do I know you?” “Ah, my apologies of course you don’t know me, but I know you! I’m a seer or fortune teller. And I have something really important to tell you.” “Um, I’m a little confused. So you know me and you want to tell me something? This doesn’t really make any sense.” “It doesn’t need to make sense. I just want to tell you that you should go out to get coffee tomorrow morning at 9:46.” “What?” “Okay bye have fun!” Then the call hung up abruptly. What the heck just happened?