Outside is less noisy,no one notices me on the gravel path.Maria's car is gone.My ride home is gone and I am not with my phone.Emotions clash inside me,tears fight to come out but I push them back.

　　I don't need to cry,I need to find a way to get home in one piece.With that in mind,I start walking.

　　The distance seems to increase the further I walk,my only company is the street lights lining the walkway.The itch worsens,I shiver and sniff as the cold air lashes at ...