#Fuckmefriday - The #Wind - Part 2

I stood outside humiliated trying to hold my shirt closed with my wrists still bound. The wind blew my hair like a curtain for my face and the tear streaming down it. The door opened in the club and the sound of music pumped out, I could hear footsteps over the howl of the wind and forced my head down to avoid anyone asking me if I was alright. That would be the undoing of me, you had awakened something in me which I thought had died. My heart thudded as the footsteps stopped in front of me, I couldn’t see the shoes for the tears which made the world look like a snow globe.