Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. The day all the lovesick beings prance around the world embracing this other they called their valentine. While all those who remain solo and loveless lie in their beds staring pointlessly at their ceiling trying to work out why Eros and Aphrodite have never pushed them into the brick wall named Love.

I'm one of those solos, and here I am staring at my plain white ceiling, hoping it suddenly begin to crack causing the whole thing to fall on top of me and kill me instantly. No luck, God is clearly a bitch today. Actually, in my case, he's always been one.

I looked at my clock that sat on my bedside table next to a glass of water and a copy of The Hunchback of Notre Dame, just for that fact that, at this moment in time, I really could relate to the deformed bell ringer, loved by no one. The neon green numbers read 7:09. I sighed with my misery and forced myself to get up from my pit. I stepped slowly down the stairs, before pausing on the last step. I listened. As I expected, the house was silent. My mother was a work-a-holic since I was 10 years old, and for the past 9 years, I swear I've only spoken to her properly twice. My father left her when I was 4, and I used to see him every weekend, but now he's moved to Australia on business and apparently won't be back here in Belleville for another two years. Awesome, another two years I'm certain I'll be alone for- awesome.

I stepped one foot in front of me and let myself fall to the ground floor. I shuffled to the kitchen switched the kettle on and began making a refreshing cup of coffee to cheer me up. As the kettle's switch clicked back into place, signalling that it was boiled, the door bells cheery tune filled the house. I frowned at the sound. Who would be ringing the doorbell at quarter past seven in the bloody morning? I grumble to myself and headed to the door. I ripped the door open and, before even taking a second to see who was on the other side, and yelled-
"WHAT"
There was no one there.
I growled underneath my breath.
"Knock-down-ginger, eh punks? Oh, so bloody funny!" I yelled at no one in particular.
I was about to close the door, when something caught my eye from the front step; a note.
I picked up the neatly folded paper and went inside. I leaned against my front door and opened it.

'No one should be alone on valentine's day. '
"Don't find love, let love find you. That's why it's called falling in love, because you don't force yourself to fall, you just fall."

I raised an eye brow. What was this; some kind of joke? If it is, then who? No one really knows me and I know hardly any one! I'm near enough no one. I do know for a fact that some people know of my existence down at the mall, since I work in the comic book store and HMV, but even then I'm just know as 'Comic Kid' or 'HMV Kid'. I'm not worth their time of actually talking to me or finding out my real name.
So, maybe it could be real? Or those kids from the mall had stalked me somehow. I headed back into the kitchen, scrupling up the letter as I did so, before throwing it on to the kitchen table. I carried on making my coffee, before sticking some toast in the toaster and switching the kettle back on to boil; I had a feeling that I was going to finish this coffee pretty fast…