Isn't it ironic? My mom told me many times to stay home just for tonight, but I refused because I wanted to return to my “home.” Now I'm walking alone on a damn cold night.
I walk in the middle of the storm with no direction, just walking in a straight line, my feet hurt from so much walking, but I don't plan to stop.
I took a wrong step and had to hold onto a storefront to avoid falling to the ground. One of my heels had broken, so I took off both shoes and threw them angrily into a dark alley.
Now that I was walking barefoot and soaked by the storm, people stared at me curiously as if saying, “Poor girl, she probably has nowhere to go.”
And they weren't wrong, all my things were in Leonardo's apartment, but I had no intention of going back there and seeing him.
I wasn't sure how
