In the tranquil moonlit evening in Pasadena, Raj Koothrappali struggled to enjoy his date with his redheaded girlfriend Emily at a cemetery, knowing that it would be his last. It was the night that he decided to end their relationship. He tried his best to conceal his nervousness from Emily as he slowly sipped his glass of wine.
"You aren't scared, are you?" she questioned, noticing his anxiety.
Raj paused and looked at the gravestones that surrounded the couple.
"Of ghosts? No. Of you, a little bit." he awkwardly replied. He took another sip of wine.
The dermatologist inched towards Raj and kissed him all over the neck.
A rush of fear struck him as she kissed him. Raj felt paralyzed, not knowing what to say and he could not bear to kiss her back. Before he could utter a single word, Emily stopped kissing him and looked straight into his dark brown eyes.
"You okay?" she asked with concern.
Raj froze, knowing that he had to tell her at that moment. His heart began to pound.
"I think we should talk." he stated as he gripped both of her hands.
Emily gave him a shocked look.
"Look, I care about you a lot, but... we are very different people."
"Are you breaking up with me?" Emily sharply asked him, giving him a dirty look.
Raj's heart raced even faster. A cold sweat drenched his blue sweater vest.
"No, no. I'm just pointing out that you're dark in the inside and I'm dark on the outside," he stammered.
Emily squinted her eyes.
"Look, Raj. Be honest with me. If you want to end things, just do it. Don't expect me to do it for you," she said sternly.
Raj took a deep breath.
"You know what, actually... I... I am breaking up with you tonight. Like I said before, we are very different people. You're dark in-"
"What do you mean that I'm dark in the inside?" she barked, aggressively pulling herself away from Raj.
He nearly tumbled onto the grass and loudly gulped.
"Well, I don't know how to say this but face it, you like really dark stuff that most people don't like, as much as you do per se. Horror movies, blood, gore, decapitated heads, joking about people getting killed, and you get turned on by "A House of 1000 Corpses". And me, I'm a soft, sensitive Indian boy." he said nervously.
"So?" Emily hissed.
"You see, I feel that we aren't compatible enough. You have a twisted, macabre side in you-" he admitted.
Emily's furious face reddened. She splashed her glass of wine directly at Raj's jacket and slapped him across the face.
"Don't bother saying anything else Rajesh! I think you made your point very clear!" she screamed as she gathered her belongings and bolted towards the cemetery exit.
"Emily! I'm sorry! Wait! I'll drive you home!" Raj panted, trailing behind her.
"No! I'll take a cab, with someone who doesn't think I'm a twisted crazy woman!" she screamed back without looking back at him.
Raj tried to catch up with the heartbroken dermatologist but all too soon she disappeared into the dark of the night.
He slowly walked back into the silent cemetery, out of breath.
He grabbed the bottle of wine they used to celebrate their date from the grass.
Raj sadly sighed to himself, downing the half empty bottle.
Howard Wolowitz and his petite wife Bernadette celebrated Stuart Bloom's birthday with a simple cupcake and song, which he was very grateful for. The happy couple laid together in their bed, glad that they did not decide to evict Stuart from their house.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
"Who's coming here this late at night?" Bernadette questioned as the doorbell rang again.
"I'll answer it," Howard grumbled as he put on a pair of bright purple pants on. The doorbell rang for a third time.
"Coming!" he yelled.
Howard slowly opened the door to see Raj standing on his doorstep, looking shaken and reeking of alcohol along with a dark stain adorning his purple jacket.
"Hey buddy, you ok?" he asked his best friend with concern.
Raj shook his head.
"No. I broke up with Emily and it did not go well, at all." he sighed.
"Really? You... broke up with her?" Howard asked in shock.
Raj nodded without replying.
"I mean, she was willing to have sex with you and this was your longest relationship without depending on alcohol!" Howard shouted.
"I know. But you don't get it Howard. She really is a twisted woman and the thought of having sex at a cemetery gave me the heebie jeebies. We're two very different people!" Raj cried as he burst into tears.
"What's going on- oh Raj! What happened?" Bernadette yelled as she walked down the stairs in her pink pajamas.
"I-I broke up with Emily and-" Raj choked into his own sobs, unable to tell Bernadette.
"It's ok," Bernadette coaxed.
She gave him a gentle hug.
Howard patted him on the shoulder.
"I'm sorry it had to end that way buddy." he told Raj.
Raj sniffled.
"It's ok. I just had to do it, but it just made me so sad to see her so heartbroken."
Bernadette's phone suddenly rang.
Howard and Raj could hear Amy's voice through the phone but her words were jumbled.
Bernadette gasped.
"What? Why?"
Howard and Raj paused. Bernadette gestured towards them and whispered: "Amy broke up with Sheldon".
Amy's garbled voice on the phone grew louder and sobs sounded.
"I'm so sorry Amy. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"No." Amy's staticky voice sadly replied through the phone.
"Ok, let me know if you do. I'll be there for you."
Bernadette hung up and looked at Raj and Howard.
"Wow. Guess I'm not the only one whose heart was broken into millions of tiny pieces!" Raj yelled, brushing away a tear. He tightly hugged Bernadette, drowning in despair.