It's Friday night and all your friends are at your ex's birthday party

No one and nothing else in the world.

Cellphone rings.

"Hi! Where are you?"

"I just got home"

"Are you going out tonight?"

Kind of planning to kill myself actually. What's up?

"Nah, I'm tired. Are you going to my ex's party?"

"I don't think so. You guys are not going anyway."

"No, they're going! You MUST go."

"Really? Alright, I'll call them up,"

Call ends.

There's nothing to hold on to.

"Hi, baby!"

Nothing.

Hopelessness. It's the worst feeling in the world.

"Where are you?"

"Just finished with rehearsals. Why?"

Can you come over and kill me?

"Nothing. Just bored."

"Are you doing anything tonight?"

No reply.

It's the end of the desert.

"Hey, baby, sorry if I haven't been replying to your texts. Awful lot of things to do. :( Good night. See you soon!"

"It's cool. :) Good night."

The fish is dead.