Allie

It was 8 months.... 8 months since she left you in the rain, heart torn from your chest as you watched her leave with someone else something about wanting someone "Less boring" But everything was going well... You thought, as you made your way home, clutching at the small velvet ring box in your coat pocket. Some might say it's karma. During the 8 months you've seen her and her new boyfriend but she was different, remembering how she used to cling to your arm excitedly. She walked just behind the man, eyes downcast as she walked silently. Something wasn't right. And she never wore makeup before but yet her eyes were caked with foundation. To hide the bruises. And the way she always wore large sunglasses even when it's cloudy. To hide the swelling. One fateful day on your return from running errands. There she is. Standing at the door of your apartment, nervously she spots you and with slow, hesistant and tentative steps approaching you, shame and guilt heavy in her expression.