The wind whipped my short dark hair into my eyes and I quickly wiped it from my face. The air was brisk and stung the exposed skin on my arms. I should have grabbed my jacket but it was too late now. The girl had not caught on to my escape. I hated myself at that moment. The sting of the air was hardly punishment enough for the rendezvous that had just occured with some nameless girl in the middle of the Bronx. I tucked my hands into the slightly warmer area at my elbows and braced myself against the wind as I made my way back to my car, currently parked at the bar only three blocks away.
The alcohol that had blurred my mind earlier, no longer held it's same effect. I had tried to drown the pain of heartbreak in a bottle of Jack but it hadn't worked. It had only succeeded so far as to make me do something I had never done before. Bring a girl home from the bar and have my first one night stand. Even her face blurred into the recesses of my mind as I walked. Guilt stabbed at my stomach as I resisted the bile that came up at the thought of what I had just done.
I took a deep breath and stopped my progression down the road, bracing myself against a brick wall nearby. It had been six months since Raine had broken and cauterized the wound that had once been my heart. I hardly resembled myself. Even the best of my friends worried about me. I suppose the worry was not completely unjustified, I conceded as I resumed my walk. I shook the negative thoughts from my head. A change was in order. Something had to give before I was the one giving in.
