"I love you, I love you, I love you." You try to convince yourself as you cry in the corner of your darkened room. Your fingers caress the soft fur of your cat, Frisk, who is sitting in your lap, trying to help calm you. The soft purr coming from deep in his throat helps sooth you as the tears slow to a stop. Your breathing neutralizes and the butterflies in your stomach slowly fade away. You notice that Frisk's eyes have fluttered shut, and the vibration coming from his warm, sleeping body is helpful. You gently put Frisk on his favorite blanket as you cuddle up next to him. "Thank you." you whisper in a sweet, yet sad tone. "At least something cares." You close your now dried eyes and fall fast asleep.