She sat on the curb on a dark and cold Dublin night. "Just like in the films," she thought, "dumped by a guy on a drunken night out." She felt as though she should've been crying, but instead she just sat there, staring at the pavement, littered with headlight glares. She pulled her dress over her knees and her jacket in tight, trying to keep warm. For some reason, she didn't even feel like calling a taxi. She was too emotionally exhausted to move. So she just remained sitting, shivering, watching her breath as it billowed from her mouth into the frigid air. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw another puff of breath, only it wasn't breath, it was smoke. She glanced up and saw him right as he sat down next to her, exhaling his last breath before putting his cigarette out on the asphalt. "What are you doing sitting here all alone, sweetheart?" he asked her.
