Alexis, without a coat and in heels, received no sympathy as Leonel ushered her out.

She clenched her jaw, opened the door.

She shivered in the cold breeze.

Inside, Leonel glanced at her before driving off.

The road stretched on in the night, lit by golden streetlights.

About to call, Alexis realized her phone was in Leonel's car. She stared into the distance, then slowly removed her heels.

The concrete was unforgiving and her feet hurt.

It hit Alexis like a ton of bricks: breaking up with Leonel was more than just awkward-it was downright tragic.

She trudged through the night solo.

Her dainty feet soon blistered, leaving bloody imprints on the gray pavement. The sight was jarring.

A bike eased up beside her.

Timmy halted and pulled her close. "You're bleeding like crazy. Do you want to bleed out?"

Seeing Timmy, Alexis showed him her heels she was holding and said, “Walking with these is even more impossible."

Timmy, having heard about her spat with Leonel, motioned to his bike.

He indicated the back seat and said, “Hop on. It's hospital time. You need to see a professional."

No longer the rebel, Alexis complied.

As they rode, rain started falling. Timmy whipped out an umbrella.

"Open this up."

The drizzle kept coming down.

Hearing sobs from the back, Timmy stayed quiet before asking, "You really loved him, huh?"