Her hair looked like a lion's mane the day that she ended it. She could almost see his face, choose the emphasis in his voice. She wondered if he felt the same. Empty, constantly reminded, hurt. Probably not. He never did show genuine emotion. She was vindictive, spiteful. Her heart races. His is frozen. Maybe she wouldn't be so hurt if hers was too. She wondered if they were right - it is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all. Fuck it. They're wrong.

She was doing so well.

Okay, Prince Charming or Baloo or Goofy, sweep her off of her feet. She's ready to live again.