A/N: This kind of goes with the last chapter. Thanks for reading, and please review!
Harley is wet and cold and there are splinters of glass in her skin. She trips over herself on her way across the snow-covered street, but that's okay because her Puddin' isn't here to see her mistake.
The night air smells of the blood she has spilt, and Harley wonders why she still bothers with this.
When frostbite starts to settle in, she's too preoccupied with how empty she feels without him to notice. Eventually she convinces herself she deserved it. The smell of the soup he threw at her makes her cry.
Things will be better in the morning.