Her blood-curdling scream rips through the silence of the night. She hadn’t meant to walk home all alone but after he said the words that shattered her heart into a million pieces, she had stormed out of the restaurant and into the nearest bar where she drank until the bartender forced her out.

“Missy, I think you ought to call it a night and go home and sleep it off.” The bartender said before adding, “I can call you a cab if you like, I’ll even pay for it.”

She got angry right then and hopped off the barstool. “You men, you think I’m weak, don’t you? Call me a cab.” She mumbled. “I ain’t scared of a little darkness.” Like that, she carried her high-heels and stumbled out of the bar with the male patrons staring and the female patrons grinning.

“Men, who needs them?” She mumbled as she trudged through the park. “All they ever do is break our hearts. No, they don’t break them, they shatter them without remorse. They might act all nice and consoling but that’s just to stomp on our hearts some more.”

Meanwhile, he’s been lurking the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment. He didn’t break her heart. She broke it all on her own. Her and her words. Women. Why do they do this? Add words to change the meaning of a sentence?

He had told her he had accepted a job out of state and don’t think a long-distance relationship would be good for them, that was unless she’s willing to move with him. Instead, she took it as he wanted to break up with her. “Are you trying to get rid of me?” Her lips quivered.

“No, honey, didn’t you hear a word I just said? I want you to…”

“What did I do to deserve this?” She cut him off and before he could say more, she bolted from her seat and made a scene at the restaurant before storming off.

Now, he’s merely steps away from her. He taps on her shoulder, she turns, and lets out a blood-curdling scream. Immediately, he tries to put a hand over her mouth, which she clamped down like a crab. “Ow! What the…” He pulls his hand away. “What the hell, you crazy bitch?!”

“That’s what you get for breaking my heart and then have the galls to stalk me.”

He throws his hands up. “You know what? I tried. You’re on your own.” Whatever happens to this bitch, good riddance, he thinks as he jogs back to his car.

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