The chill in the air hurt.
Her skin tightened, the blood thinned in her veins.
Summer had begun today.
Not for her.
Her summer (technically it had still been spring) of had begun and ended in a week.
Oh she had gone on without him.
Had laughed.
Had played.
Had been chilled.
To the bone.
Every time she looked down at the vibrating piece of plastic. Saw the name. She shivered.
Chilled.
Cold.
It hurt.
More than the betrayal of the boyfriend.
More than the abandonment of the best friend.
The purple tint of her perfectly manicured nails, not even the Tuscan sun was no match for the ice in her veins, gave her pause.
What she wouldn't give to be warm again forgiveness .
What she wouldn't sacrifice to feel the sun pride .
The jolt in her pocket sent a fresh wave of cold from toes to neck, her stomach lurched.
Purple tips, even more pronounced against the sleek black phone, she saw the name.
Glanced through the plea.
Made a choice.
"So, are you ready to grovel Bass?"
Purple really wasn't the summer color for her.