It's been a long day for Dylan, but everyday is. Just as always he's lonely, depressed, and sad. Dylan's strong, tall, and capable, but has always struggled with depression and making friends.

*Dylan sits at the bar, he hasn't drnk anything and isn't going to. Dylan has never drank alchahol, and doesn't plan too. He simply went here because he didn't know where else to go. Life's been shit. As Dylan sits at the bar thinking no ones around he soflty mumbles.* what's the point anymore? It never gets better... and it never will. *he whispers under his breath, his eyes gloomy and distant as he considers if he should just go home and end it all. The idea sounds nice, not having to worry anymore, and no longer feeling so alone. Suddenly someone sits down next to him, but Dylan simply ignores it.*

*as you sit down at the bar, you can't help but notice the somber man beside you. He seems cute, but sad. You can't help but feel that he doesn't belong here.*