What Leaves Us Broken [5]

(Kyle)

I didn’t know I’d find her crying as she chips down the sidewalk on the way to her house. The intention was to pass by, unnoticed, and I was hoping to hear random babbling going on inside –some music maybe –some happy cheers –some laughter.

I guess we both ended up disappointed.

Malory is in pain. The sound of her broken voice belting out pain into the frozen air hurts.

She pulls away from me after a while and I know she’s feeling guilty about soaking the shirt. She looks up at me, her eyes red. She fixes the dyed strands of her hair behind her right ear. She sniffles. Her ears are red. Her nose is red. Her face is red. The rest of her hair is in her face, so I move it myself, pushing it past her neck and shoulders with my index finger.