Write a sad sounding story that ends with a possible positive note. Have a cliffhanger.
system
Write a sad sounding story that ends with a possible positive note. Have a cliffhanger.
user
I sat in my living room, back against the wall because I didn't have a couch. In fact, looking around, I realized how little my house really had. I didn't have a couch or any chairs. I didn't have a dining room, let alone a dining room table. All I had was the coffee table I usually ate at. My room had a desk, chair, and bed. Of course, I had my computer for work and entertainment. That was all, though. 

I laughed a little, feeling my throat tighten with sadness. I took another long swig from my third beer and then stared at the ceiling. There was no way a classy woman like Maryl was going to fall for me when I lived like that. There wasn't even anywhere for her to sit when she came over. I laughed again, this time genuine, as I thought about how I'd had the audacity to bring her over. "She rejected me, huh?" I mumbled, jaw clenched.

We had been hanging out a lot since we met in our first year of college. It was just a little at first, mostly during lunch or at parties within our connected friend group. Slowly, though, we began spending time together on our own. We went drinking, watched some movies together, and I brought her over to my place a few times as well. 

I had liked her for awhile and decided I couldn't continue lying to myself or her. I confessed my feelings, and she told me to wait for her answer. I was supposed to meet her that evening, but she never showed up at the spot. 

Just as I was getting up to get my fourth beer, the doorbell rang. It was Maryl, sweating and beautiful and panting. "I'm sorry. Something happened, and I couldn't meet you!" she shouted desperately, tears coming to her eyes. 
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Write a sad sounding story that ends with a possible positive note. Have a cliffhanger.</s>
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I sat in my living room, back against the wall because I didn't have a couch. In fact, looking around, I realized how little my house really had. I didn't have a couch or any chairs. I didn't have a dining room, let alone a dining room table. All I had was the coffee table I usually ate at. My room had a desk, chair, and bed. Of course, I had my computer for work and entertainment. That was all, though. 

I laughed a little, feeling my throat tighten with sadness. I took another long swig from my third beer and then stared at the ceiling. There was no way a classy woman like Maryl was going to fall for me when I lived like that. There wasn't even anywhere for her to sit when she came over. I laughed again, this time genuine, as I thought about how I'd had the audacity to bring her over. "She rejected me, huh?" I mumbled, jaw clenched.

We had been hanging out a lot since we met in our first year of college. It was just a little at first, mostly during lunch or at parties within our connected friend group. Slowly, though, we began spending time together on our own. We went drinking, watched some movies together, and I brought her over to my place a few times as well. 

I had liked her for awhile and decided I couldn't continue lying to myself or her. I confessed my feelings, and she told me to wait for her answer. I was supposed to meet her that evening, but she never showed up at the spot. 

Just as I was getting up to get my fourth beer, the doorbell rang. It was Maryl, sweating and beautiful and panting. "I'm sorry. Something happened, and I couldn't meet you!" she shouted desperately, tears coming to her eyes. </s>
