My hero
The cold wind whipped my hair into my face. Several strands stuck to my cheeks since they were covered in tears. I swiped angrily at the offending strands and let out a small curse. It had been a hard enough afternoon and I wasn’t in the mode to deal with such trivial things as hair in my face. I focused on putting one foot in front of the other to get as far away from the place of my destruction as possible. You see, I was walking away from a relationship I had wasted the last 10 years of my...