A winter's love affair

ragged herself out of bed, feeling the heavy weight of the drinking from the day before. She showered, changed into her travel clothes, and grabbed an apple and a bottle of water before

th their own stories and reasons for traveling. She felt a pang of envy for their freedom, their ability to move through life without the weight of their past dragging them down. She didn't notice an older woman s

t sight of the familiar sights—the quaint houses, the winding streets, and the welcoming glow of the town's lights. Finally, the bus pul

rrow she would face them, not today, for she neither had the strength nor the will. She rushed to the bathroom to untangle her hair, which pro