Perfectly Wrong

The Rain was pouring, it was a miserable day in Toronto; which ironically matched Cleo's mood. She had just landed back in Toronto from being in Australia for the past 2 months. She was meant to stay for another week but under the circumstances she caught the next flight she could find, memories of the previous night racing through her mind. Had she been in the wrong or had he? were they both being selfish? she couldn't stop thinking maybe she had made the biggest mistake, she knew what she had done was wrong but couldn't be taken back and neither could everything he had said. She thought back to easier days when she hadn't even met him yet, what would it be like if none of this had ever happened.