It was too cold to be outside.
It was too dark to be outside.
It was especially too cold and dark to be walking outside without any long sleeves or shoes.
The red spaghetti strap top that was the first one I grabbed seems to be the worst top I could grab.
Even the jeans I'm wearing is no match for the cold creaping up my legs.
But I needed to get away.
Away from him. Away from the tears. Away from the past year of my life.
I wish I could run.
I can't-
The cold is dragging my legs down and lifting them to walk is difficult enough.
I rub my hands up and down my cold arms. Flinching with every movement. Bruises don't generally like being rubbed. I rub again. It's not warming up.
I keep walking. I don't even recognize the streets anymore. I'm not even sure I know how long I've been walking. It might be 20 minutes. It might be 3 hours. Time was a null concept for me. I simply needed to leave.
There's a dull pain in my stomach. I wonder then when last I ate. Was it last night or the night before. The pain gets sharper. I stopped walking- doubling in pain. The street is swaying...
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That Fateful Night (ON HOLD)
Romance****ROMANCE**** Life threw Genevieve a curve ball... After one of the longest, but best nights of her life, she finds herself in a strangers house. Will this be her opportunity to make a better life, or did she step from one hell into another. This...
