#WritcoStoryPrompt

The chill of the wind caught my breathe, pushing me back quite harshly, as
the sun broke vividly through the darkened clouds.
My phone vibrated uncontrollably, as I hesitated to look at the messages.
The stale messages added salt to the open wounds.
As I struggled to catch my breath and regain my thoughts, I looked around for a destinct moment to regather myself.
I hesitated as I looked down at my phone.
Flashbacks from that day started flooding my mind.
Tears of hurt, guilt, and...