The wind curled around me, in an almost comforting way, if it weren’t for the cold. The tears on my cheeks left trails of ice turning my cheeks rosy. If he were here, he would make fun of it. Of course he would.

I had lost track of the time that I had been standing there. It felt like hours from my weak legs and building anger. At first it was defeat, pain- but no. Not anymore. I was mad. He was an asshole and yet still… my heart tingled at the thought of him, gaining speed as though we were back in that god damn closet. When I still believed that he was mine. That he could every really believe he was mine.

My dress snagged on the breeze and tugged, making me stumble. The grey clouds above felt fitting, and the ever increasing wind were even more ironic. It had been Sunny when I arrived. Now my hair whipped about underneath the threats of rain, stinging almost as much as my heartbreak.

The paper in my hand rustled. I had almost forgotten about it. The pen in my pocket felt heavy, knowing exactly what I had written.

Scratched out words, angry handwriting. My letter once addressed to the boy I loved was now a mess of tears and ink. Knowing I could do nothing with it, I pressed a final kiss to the page and let it go, allowing the wind to carry my love note off to the heavens. Good riddance was all I could think.

The lake ahead of me seemed more inviting than an empty meeting place, so I began to walk towards it, focusing on my boots stepping on the white path. The wind practically pushed me forward, begging me to go.

When I reached it, I could no longer hold back my tears. I fell to the ground, sobbing, chest heaving. My breath came in painful gasps, practically choking on the pain I felt. Sure, he was only a boy, wasting my love… but he was more than that to me. Or so I thought.

In the heat of the moment, I stood, mascara decorating my flushed cheeks and looking like a loon. I ripped off the brooch he had given me, the necklace, pulled all his letters out of my pockets, and lastly, his gift.

Inside the small box was a promise ring. Two, actually. I was going to give him one today. Hours ago. But I guess I wasn’t important enough to him. Neither were my texts and calls. I pulled everything of his out of my pockets until the ground was littered with items.

With a shout, I lifted the brooch, the necklace, all of his petty gifts, and chucked them into the water one by one. Next was the letters, ripping them to pieces and sprinkling them onto the surface. Finally was the box.

This one I threw the farthest, casting it far into the water, so no one would ever find it. I stood and stared for a while, thinking of every item I had gotten rid of. And at last, I turned on my heel and walked off, along down the path, back to my car, where I could blast broken-hearted songs and cry.

As I walked, I thought of my letter again, and whispered to myself,

“Dear Cupid… next time, hit us both.”

For everyone’s information she was not exactly thinking of the wildlife in the lake in her current state but since it’s fiction let’s not say anything okay? Okay :)

Inspired by some *depressing* art by a good friend of mine