Chapter Five - Collision

Imagine if you are depressed because of someone you just can't get off from your head.
When it happens there are always two options that comes to your head:
First -  you  think about  having a well planned suicide.
You never do it because you say to yourself you find stupid people who get themselves killed by their own hands. But you are just afraid of dying anyways.
Second - you think about buying chocolate, wine and renting some romance
You always choose this one because it's likely more easy to deal with. This is a ritual of internal death. You try to think it's just as worse as suicide because eventually in addition to the suffering  you will gain some weight and become a dumbass fat man.
In other words you are a loser.
Although sometimes things happen to change its course a little bit.
I was about to take the Ice Cream when that beautiful nuts hit me in the ass with her bags.
Woz up fella? Jessika was indeed more beautiful than ever.
Good... I mean... good to see you. - I am so.... stupid. - how are you doing?
I am fine. But apparently you are not. - I got scarred wondering if she could read my mind. -
Ice cream, chocolates and movies. Did anyone let you down or kick you out? I mean in the butt..  - she laughed smiling at me curious.
No, not actually. - I looked down to the ice cream searching for what was written in the label "for losers that fall in love". but fortunately I didn't find it.
I got an idea stranger. Wanna come over i got some good films? What is that you have? - she took the movie covers from my bag. - I can't believe, what is it? Titanic and Love Actually? I am serious stranger we gotta work this out.