The voice was the last straw to Cassie's precarious balance, and she toppled to the ground, making no move to get up. It was pathetic she knew, and she'd never in her life been pathetic, but that was how she felt right now. She didn't even care who it was, obviously they knew her, but that was an easy enough thing to come by around here.<br/><br/>"Izzie hates me," She muttered into the concrete walking path under her cheek. Another sob rocked her body, but she bit back the anguished sound allowing only a gurgle to come out. "I knew she would be angry, but she hates me. I didn't ask him, he asked me, what was I supposed do, turn him down when he was all sweet and he seemed so lonely?" She whimpered curling in on herself and looking up at the man hovering over her, obviously concerned. She could barely place him here in the dark, but he looked familiar. Not someone she knew certainly, but someone she was acquainted with. Then she placed hm. He owned her favorite watering hole, and here she was looking like some pathetic nutcase.<br/><br/>She squeezed her eyes shut with a whimper and rolled onto her back, arm coming over her eyes. This was humiliating, and she wasn't really sure how to control the damage from this one. How did one recover one's face from a toddler worthy tantrum? Did she really care? The answer to that one was a very simple no. She really didn't care, so she uncovered her eyes and looked up into the man's face, for the life of her she couldn't remember his name though. That didn't matter.<br/><br/>"I have nothing left to live for," She informed him in the calm that only complete numbness can bring. "My life as I have known it is over. I got kicked out of my own home, my best friend hates me, and I just spent all of my savings on a present for her. I have nothing left..." Yes, perhaps that was a little too much information to give to a virtual stranger, but he had asked after all.