One of her arms was around my neck, the other, resting lightly on my chest. I looked down at her - her fingers were curled into my shirt, and her cheeks were still wet. I was pretty sure Eva had been on the line, but what had they fought over so badly to make Winter cry?
I continued running my fingers through her silky hair and marveled at her beauty, even at a time like this.
"Eva was on the line," Winter finally said quietly, her voice holding no trace of tears.
"I figured as much," I said lightly.
She turned her dark eyes up to me. "She… she was calling to… break up with you."
"Oh," was all I could say. "Well, that's alright. I figured we couldn't last too much longer anyway."
Winter shook her head. "I yelled at her," she whispered. "Because you were already having a bad day, and
