“ Please. Just listen to me!” A voice rang out in the darkened pathway, echoing through the trees.


“No get away!” A second voice returned the first, shrill and hysterical.

Ruriko quickened her pace as she headed for the nearest bus stop, the night winter air chilling her bare legs. She silently cursed herself for choosing to wear a dress that only covered half her thighs. It was supposed to be fantastic night of clubbing then He told the words she thought would ever come out of his mouth.


“We’re not breaking up, we can’t be!” She whispered in disbelief, her hand holding her mouth so that the words were inaudible. Wolf whistles called after her as she hastened towards the traffic light. She was not getting involved with any man tonight.

Sitting at the bus station, she reminisced about the wonderful moments they had together, relaxing on the warm sun-kissed grass hand in hand with him, watching the clouds pass by, cooking for each other competing who is the better cook, he always made the best steaks. Her eyes watered and her vision was becoming unclear. She looked down to her hands, wet puddles had fell on her hand and were continuing to expand. She felt the warm liquid slowly run down her cheek and tickle her chin. Sniffling, Ruriko rummaged through her handbag, searching for a tissue. She had to stop herself from crying over her ex boyfriend.