The music swelled, hitting a crescendo, and emphasizing a key dramatic moment. Cora dabbed at her eyes with an emotional response. The screen went dark, and another tear rolled down her cheek.
The movie had been beautiful, it had been sad. It had been a brief glimmer of hope in a life full of desperation.
Cara was being dramatic. But the movie had been really good, and it had made her cry, and now she was going to walk home alone from the movie theater and pretend she was alone because her lover had died so epically like the guy in the movie had. That was way better than having to live with the fact that her asshole of an ex-boyfriend had left her over pretty much nothing.
“It’s not you it’s me,” he had said. And she agreed, and let him leave. If he wasn’t willing to wait for her, then
