She folded her arms nervously looking around to see if anyone noticed her. They did. Her hair was sticky and matted to her forehead in an unconventional way, her eyes sat in a pool of tears and her shoulders twitched from time to time. She clasped her hands in her lap and bent her head down low so that the people passing by couldn’t see her face. She squeezed her hands and then released immediately because of the jolt of pain that ran through her fingers. She touched her face lightly and instead of her usual creamy soft skin, she felt what felt like a bump on her cheek. She popped her collar and sank further into her jacket. She looked out at the snow covered street laid out in front of her blur as she sighed and a cloud of fog appeared. For a moment, she smiled a small smile at the memory coming back to her.
“Sarah! Sarah! If you attack me with another one of those, you’re dead!”
“That’s it now I’m coming at you with this gigantic snow ball. It’s perfect”
“Nothing is perfect. This world will never be perfect”
“True but this moment right here with you is pretty perfect..”
“Hah! Got you!”
She found it remarkable that she could still muster the thought of those rare happy memories despite all that had happened. She clutched onto the handle of her suitcase giving herself a few more minutes. Her hands were frozen cold and the purple bruise on her hand stood out even more against her pale skin. Her lower lip trembled. It was the same hand he had put their engagement ring on. She knew she was stalling, she should have been gone by now. This fact was confirmed when she saw him running up the street calling out her name. She just sat there waiting for him to reach her.
“Sarah! I’m sorry please. Come back home. It’ll never happen again”
“I know.” Lie.
“I don’t know what came over me, you pushed me too far. Why must you argue?”
“I don’t know”
“Well I’m sorry but it wasn’t just my fault. Just come home, I swear I won’t do it again”
And she let him take her home. Again.