Ryan was miserable. After Kristin had left him, his appetite for food had been replaced with an appetite for whiskey. The last few days had been the same: wake up hungover, stumble through a day of work, and then return home to drink and watch TV until his passed out on the couch. It wasn't much of a life, but it wasn't much of a life without Kristin, either. As he sat on the couch, the programming just about to switch from grown-up cartoons to infomercials, he debated going to bed or staying up. He hadn't eaten for days, but maybe he should order a pizza. Cooking was beyond his abilities, even sober. And after polishing off half a fifth of discount liquor store whiskey, there was no way he'd be able to cook anything short of a microwave dinner.
As he debated on whether or not to feed himself, or just give up and go to bed, thoughts of the breakup started pushing their way back into his mind. At first, he wondered why it had happened, and Kristin sure hadn't given a good reason. He had tried writing her letters to get her to take him back, but each one seemed too dramatic or too angry to actually send. Now he had given up all hope, and just thought about all the things about her that he missed. He longed to rest his head on her soft thighs again, looking up past her perky but small breasts, to her dark brown eyes and soft pink lips. He missed the way she felt in his arms. Kristin wasn't exactly in the best shape, but she was definitely a looker. He loved the way her body tapered from thin and svelte at her shoulders, down to her wide, thick hips and round butt. He missed the way her brown hair would bounce as she giggled at a joke, and her lovely, sing-song alto voice. Most of all, he missed her smell, an undeniably feminine aroma that filled the air around where she was.
Ryan began tearing up. It had been heaven for those 2 years they had dated, and now he felt like a shell of the person he used to be. Giving up on pizza, Ryan poured himself a nightcap. Not enough to make him throw up, but just enough to make him pass out and stop thinking about Kristin. He sat back down on the couch, ready to watch the same infomercials he had watched for the past month, when something strange happened: