It’s an impossible place to be happy. She shouldn’t have stayed, but the air outside is desolate, the subway packed.

She tilts back the glass of gin-and-tonic he poured her, rolls an ice cube around her tongue, then bites down on it, the crunch crushing the sound of his voice.

Melissa Williams is a writer and autopathography researcher who seeks enlightenment from within large cups of dark coffee and the odd G&T. You can find her here: melissajowilliams.wordpress.com