And I sob. Hysterically.
I clutch my bag and curse my tears and scream and try to convince myself that they're meaningless, even as they burn ravines into my face. I don't love him anymore I don't I don't I don't I don't...
The tears don't stop, they just harder and faster as I try to remind myself of my anger. Of the rage he made me feel. I try to remind myself of what he did, and all I can do is sob. I gasp for breath and claw at my eyes, but nothing, NOTHING seems to stop them.
It's dark when I am finally able to look up without choking or wailing. Not very dark, just...street lamp time. They go on, one by one down the street, like little rows of soldiers preparing for battle in perfect sync. I shiver as I watch them, fascinated. I watch them go on until the end of the line is out of my sight. I give a shuddering sigh. It's so cold...it's so cold and I'm so scared. I don't want to be here anymore. I want to be home in my warm bed with his arms so tightly around me...
They start again. Like uninvited guests, they start creeping down my face as I huddle with my bag on the corner of the bench. I want a happy ending. I want him to come running around the corner, calling my name, apologizing. God, I hate myself so much for wanting that. I hate myself so very much for wanting him still. But I do. Just like I want him to run up to me and whisper his sorrow and wrap those arms around me and carry me home and treat me like a little prince, just like he used to.
That sound again. For the second time today I hear the sound of cracking glass. This time, however, it�s accompanied by a frizzled jolt. I�m temporarily blinded by the brilliant sparks, shooting stars falling and gently kissing my hands and wet cheeks. The next blindness is of a more permanent nature. The light is gone now. I shiver again, as the sudden isolation hits me full force. I�ll never see him again. I curl up further trying to regain some warmth...some hope...
But it's still cold. So cold...and I'm so alone...
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