Sniff, sniff. OH, WOE IS ME!

Myrtle was hiding in her toiler, even glummer than usual. Valentine's Day was her least favorite time of year! All the lovey-dovey couples exchanging gifts and holding hands and snogging while she was left all alone and dead. "Noooobody loves p-pooooor ugly f-fat Mooooaning M-Myrtle!"

She sobbed loudly. All her past boyfriends were just alike; they used her, then they left her forever. "H-Harry Potter, C-Cedric D-Diggory, D-Draco Malfoy... all the s-same, the lot of them! They d-didn't even c-come back as g-ghosts for me!"

SOB, SOB! She wailed louder than ever, and a gush of water overflowed the toilet.