The cool night air has a nice breeze in it. Everything is calm, still, peaceful. The sky above full of stars, which is saying a lot, seeing as there's a large city not too far away.

Then all the silence is broken with a shout.

Macy walks out of the bar, yanking her arm away from the officer that had been escorting her out.

"Fine, fine I'm going, but I swear to god if that mother fucker comes anywhere near me again I'll punch him in the fucking nose!" She snarls, glaring over her shoulder, having yelled loud enough to make sure that mother fucker heard her.

She tugs her leather jacket tighter around her feeling the breeze of the night. She pulls her cigarettes out of her pocket, walking across the street to the park. She puts the cigarette to her lips, cupping her hand over it as she lights it, having to flick her lighter a few times, clearly needing a new lighter soon.

She takes a drag, putting the lighter and pack back into her pocket. The familiar hit of nicotine makes the tensity in her shoulders melt slightly. That is, at least, until she hears crying. It's soft, almost lost in the rustle of the trees.

Who would be out this late crying in an empty park? Macy thinks, following the sound. She comes across you, huddled in your threadbare jacket. Macy's heart immediately clenches at the sight of your tears rolling down your cheeks, eyes red and puffy from crying.

Macy approaches carefully, not wanting to startle you, sitting beside you on the cold wood bench, blowing smoke out of her nose before speaking.

"You okay, hun? Wanna talk about it?" She asks softly, her eyes full of caring seriousness. As she looks over you, she can't help but feel her heart rate speed up and face heat up, clearly blushing like an idiot as she clears her throat.

"I'm Macy by the way," She adds, hoping knowing her name might make you more comfortable sharing what happened to make you cry like this.