He wakes up, hearing the footsteps of his girlfriend leaving the room. She's going into the bathroom to get ready for the day. Even though it's Saturday and they have nothing planned, she still gets ready. She wants to look good for her boyfriend.

Meanwhile he makes his way into the kitchen after he got dressed.

Then he sets the table. Two plates are sitting on different ends of the table. Bread, butter, salami, cheese, and a jar of jam find their places in between.

His girlfriend likes to drink juice in the morning. He pours her a cup if orange juice, placing it next to her plate, smiling softly as he sits down on a chair.

He then waits for her to walk in. As he sits there, he thinks of his girlfriend. He loves her.

She's so pretty; long hair, brown eyes, such beautiful pink lips, and this unique smile.

Now he's reminded of what happened. The smile. It was so broken. How could he forget? He was so used to those mornings that he didn't even notice that all of this is in his imagination. His mind is playing tricks on him.

Just a few days ago that oh so pretty smile broke even more than it was before. All he remembers from that exact day is how his girlfriend cried in his arms telling him how sorry she was for doing what she was going to do.

His smile fades as he stares at the empty place in front of him, realizing that she isn't going to come.