Neil sat in his armchair, his arms flung
by his side and eyes gazed towards the picture of his beloved ali. He had been pining since she kissed his ex-best friend
collie. As his emotional tears plummet past his quivering lips and into his unshaved stuble. hopeless
and alone he ponders about the "better days", the nightime walks, the aquarium and the hand in hand ice-skating. his cooler friends enter the room and begin
to call him various
names like "fag" and bumbder, this
sends him into a deeper state of depression.