The look of defeat upon his face he tossed the ring into the fountain and with out a word he walked away. Though he didn’t leave without stopping to pick up the broken heel of my shoe, he was gone. I was left there alone in the cold. The wind was blowing softly. It was hard to believe that just inside those doors people were talking, dancing and just having a good time. Now even though the wind was still a bush rustled around just beyond the patio behind me. Snapped from my daze I realized how cold I was with out his arm around my shoulders along with a blanket of love. By now my make-up was running down face as I reentered the building to head home.

Wait, he was my ride home. It wasn’t a long walk and since I had my coat I wasn’t cold except my face. There surprisingly wasn’t much traffic. I only saw one car and it appeared seemingly out of know where since its lights were off. As I crossed the street it almost ran me over. It stopped an inch away, probably drunk. Other than that the walk was uneventful.