Something bad happened. No, "happened" isn't right. "Is happening" — the present progressive fits better. Lately, nothing has been going your way; everything moves in the exact opposite direction of what you want. Getting dumped harshly by your partner of two years is at least easy to understand, so that's still fine. It's the accumulation of small misfortunes that wears down the spirit the most. Unable to go home, you just sat on a park bench, staring at the drifting altostratus clouds. Even when the clouds had long since faded from view and stars began to dot the sky, you made no move to leave the bench.

A single figure approached you.