Bang Christopher Chan

A beautiful and elegant girl was walking down the street. The wind was blowing through her hair. She was holding a stack of papers. The wind started blowing too hard. Her nose turned red from the cold. Her cheeks were frozen. A sudden stone hit the road. Bang! All the papers scattered across the asphalt. Someone's warm hand touched the girl's hand, helping her gather the documents.
-Thank you, you really made me...-
The sentence broke off when their gazes met. Those eyes, though partially hidden behind thick, jet-black bangs, were painfully recognizable. Those eyes could only belong to one person.
-..chan.
It wasn't a question. My ex-husband. The man with whom the future was supposed to be filled with love and light. And it all ended in divorce.