in a thick coat

In a bitterly cold, hard bench, Eve has find it hard to breath. With an uncontrolled emotion, she exhale her breath. A cloud of exhaust fumes from her pink lips, disappeared, up in the air.

The night is still young, and the loneliness is killing her. She put away her leather gloves, warm up with a bottle of a clean liquid from a former communist country in eastern Europe and northern Asia.

In her vivid imagination, the splash of a dusky light came from a small window of happiness. A 50cm holes from a small house, big enough for Eve, to realize how she misses all the laugh, and hugs. All the things she need the most, when the universe is pulled together and conspired against her.

Stand up from the bench, she awkwardly walk into the nearest station, looking for a warmer place to curl up, avoiding home for a while.

She couldn't believe he's not Adam.

As an old proverb said : Home is where you left your heart in.

and

Adam. is. not. Home.

(cont....)