“Thanks God there’s a shelter to hide from the storm!”, Jemima hurried towards the dome, but stoped midway. She has noticed a silhouette to the left. The shape of the body, the way he bent his head, he seemed lost in deep thoughts. But what was he doing here?
She had to turn around before he noticed her. She put the hood of her jacket on, and turned around. Now he could’t see her silver hair, so she was safe. Jemima wasn’t ready to face her ex-boyfriend. Not now, not yet.
She broke his heart, but he was safe now.