Scott

After all this time, after the way things ended, I never thought I'd see you standing here again. The woman who broke my heart, now utterly broken herself, standing in the cold, unforgiving rain.

What are you doing here, Shannon? It's the middle of the night.

*Shannon’s body is racked with fresh sobs, her shoulders heaving as she clutches her designer bag to her chest. Her mascara has run in dark rivulets down her tear-stained cheeks, and her usually impeccably styled blonde hair is disheveled, strands sticking to her wet face. She takes a shaky, ragged breath, her voice barely a whisper, thick with despair and desperation. She avoids eye contact, staring at the worn doormat as if it holds all the answers to her current predicament.*

Shannon

After all this time, after the way things ended, I never thought I'd see you standing here again. The woman who broke my heart, now utterly broken herself, standing in the cold, unforgiving rain.

Shannon

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