C75 Two maniacs; who's the cure

The night was cold, tucked under the woollen dove-grey sky. It was the type of coldness that reached her bones,it felt as if her heart was a door left wide open to the icy wind, slamming only to open it again; yet she sat with a tub of ice cream in her hands, bawling her eyes out.

"How did my life reach this point?" She stuffed another mouthful of the cold ice cream. Nevena cried