I've just been through the worst day of my life.
My boyfriend (who was supposed to become my husband today) left me at the altar because "he was in love with someone else."
I might have an idea who that is.
Anyway, for now, I'm sitting on the steps of my rented apartment, crying in my wedding gown.
I haven't eaten in a while, and my hair isn't in a good state either. I haven't spoken to my parents since the incident, but it doesn't matter anyway. They couldn't care less.
A man is out walking his dog on the streets. I try to look away as he cautiously approaches me.
"Hello, can I help you?"
I look up and stare into his coal-black eyes and everything inside me breaks.