Chapter 76: Let's Break Up

We all have endured at least one storm in our lives. But even after the skies clear, that storm lives within us, sometimes as a memory of a stormy night, sometimes as the memory of a stormy heart. For some, the two are inextricably linked—a storm of the heart on a stormy night. Unbeknownst to Christina, someone else was also haunted by the streaks of lightning, tormented by the memory of a night when he too had been broken. With a cup of coffee in hand, Jason sat on the edge of his bed, staring blankly out the glass windows. The inky darkness outside seemed to seep into his bones, the silver hues in the sky swirling like molten metal, radiating ripples of light. The explosions of thunder crashed in discordant, demented waves, their sound intensified by the howling wind. Yet, Jason remained lost in his own world, oblivious to the tempest outside. *Flashback* "Did you reach safely?" a worried voice echoed through the phone. Jason leaned his head against the windowpane, his eyes drift