Melancholy

Melancholy sighed deeply. It was her own fault, really. In this day and age, you had to choose either to work or to play, and when you chose work, you couldn't blame your friends for wanting to play. It was easy enough to ignore that fact while your shift was on, but afterwards, it was hard not to be lonely when Melancholy knew that everyone was off having fun without her.

Mechanical pencil on paper. Apologies for whatever shows through behind it.