He came in, smelling of booze and cigarettes. He had been out. He was drunk. Yet, at 4 a.m he had begged her to let him come to her.
She was angry with him though. Angry for letting her walk around in the cold just an hour earlier, feeling played and confused.
"Can I come over? I’m at the stop. You are a strong woman, you know if you want me to come or not. Just say one or the other."
She gave in. Did this make him win? She didn’t want him to think he had won. Not her, not anything.
But, when he entered her room, held her close, his smell clouded her mind, and there she was. She had lost. And they both knew it.