*Kamron's POV*

Why does this always happen to me?

One date, one day, of good luck is all I ask, but nope, God had other plans. I swear He found amusement in my suffering. I stared at my broken stiletto, feeling the tears well up in my eyes. "Why?" I whispered, "Why does this always happen to me?"

I sniffed back a sob as I crashed my face into my hands. It was cold, and I could feel my stocking of my foot already getting slightly wet. I didn't care. All I could think about was my whole life and how much of a klutz I was and even wondered why I tried so hard. Nothing ever went my way. I hated this. I hated myself so much because of that.

Like right now, after three years of trying to impress my co-worker, I finally managed to get him to agree to at least go out for some coffee for me.

That was hopeless now. My make-up was ruined from the tears streaming down my face, my foot was pretty much soaked from the wet snow, and I was freezing because of the weather.

Worse Valentine's Day yet.

I threw my broken shoe out in frustration, hearing it crash on the side of the curb and landing in a ditch. "Damn shoes! I hate you!" I yelled out.

I noticed people watching me then, giving me weird looks for my small tantrum. I was half-tempted to yell at them to suck it, but knowing I had no courage to do so. I had enough bad luck, I wasn't about to test my karma to the world.

Right then I noticed something red come into my vision. I looked over and sitting right next to me was a box with a red rose on top of it. I picked up the flower, not noticing the small package when I sat down before. I smelt the rose, already feeling myself becoming more relieved. It was fresh and smelt nice, causing me to smile some. I picked up the box then, opening it to see its contents. Flats. Shoes. I picked them out, seeing how they were my exact shoe size.

I looked around the streets, wondering if anyone accidentally left their stuff here, but saw no one. It was wishful thinking, but did someone seriously leave this here for me? The mere thought made me happy. Nobody, no stranger, not even people I called my friends, ever left me a gift like this, a gift to take my bad luck and turn it into something good.

I pulled out the shoes, kicking off my other heel. Slipping them on, I stood up, noticing they went with my outfit well. I couldn't help but smile, this was slightly exciting.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I drew it out. It was Adrian, my co-worker. "Yes?" I answered, keeping my voice neutral and calm, hoping he wouldn't notice anything off.

"Kam, hey, listen, I just got a call in from work and they're needing someone to come fill in for Oscar. I'm really sorry but I can't make it to our meeting."

"Oh, it's fine." I said, voice chipper. Maybe a little too chipper. "Maybe some other time."

"Yeah, definitely. I'll talk to you later."

The conversation ended just as fast as it started. Honestly, I wasn't surprised, but shockingly, I wasn't disappointed. I was kind of happy. Maybe it was the shoes. I don't know, but now I just wanted to go home and drink some hot chocolate. I twisted the rose between my fingers, taking a sniff. Whoever left this gift there was the nicest person in the world, in my opinion that is. He, or she - mostly hoping he - made my life seem to be slightly better.

I wish I could thank them.

I sighed, wishing for so much, but knowing I'd get so little. I didn't matter what I wanted, I only got the worst end of everything. Why? I didn't know. But perhaps, maybe, after today, my luck would get a little better. I mean, Adrian had to go into work for someone, but at least he promised to make it up to me. That much I got to look forward to.

I plastered a smile on my face. I couldn't lose hope. That was the last thing I could do. Hope, it was all I ever needed. Not anything else could stop me.