This is the defunct playground of adolescence at OLL High School. What should have been a one night stand was awkwardly stretched into something else: coffee and breakfast was offered in the morning, one person read a book, somebody took a shower. But eventually someone must leave, although no one wants to leave first and reveal that their intentions have been ignoble from the beginning. And leaving together is no option. It was beautiful but as it gravitated toward the open window, your grip tightened and squeezed its soul to its extremities. Misshapen, shriveled, and nearly bursting, it writhes on the floor beside your bare feet. And you cried a little bit.