Two maniacs: who's the cure??

The night was cold, tucked under the woolen dove-grey sky. It was the type of coldness that reached her bones,it felt as if her heart was a door left wide open to the icy wind, slamming only to open it again; yet she sat with a tub of ice cream in her hands, bawling her eyes out.

"How did my life reach this point?" She stuffed another mouthful of the cold ice cream. Nevena cried, so pitifully that she wished she was a powerful witch to escape from reality, unfortunately that wasn't possible.

"Hey, are you crying?" Her friend, Bosilca said over the phone when she called her. She was the only person who could listen to her without judging her.

"Bosi, my life is ruined…i hate it" shoving the tub of ice cream on the table, she buried her face in her palms. She had no inspirations or whatsoever only because of one man she loved.