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Walking out of two big double doors that lead me into the lounge, I'm hit with a gust of fresh, New York air.
Inhale. . . exhale.
As I look up at the sky, I feel a sense of calmness wash over me. Like all the stress I've been feeling, fade away.
I close my eyes, looking back on a good part of my life.
One that I could never forget. . .
Flashback
"Look Jack, Look!" I call over to him.
He turns his head my way, looking into my eyes before looking at what I'm looking at.
"It's a shotting star Jack! Make a wish." I say, closing my eyes.
After me making my wish, I looked at Jack. I found that he was already looking at me.
As I looked into his eyes, I found so much love. One emotion I didn't understand.
"Jack?"
"Yes Alex?"
"What did you wish for?" I say, looking back at the night sky.
He chuckled.
"Well, if I told you, it wouldn't come true." he told me.
"Okay. I'll tell you what I wished for then." I smiled.
"I wished for me and you, to live the best life. To have what we want. To do what we dreamed of doing. To get a lover. . . But, most of all, I wished for us to be happy."
As I looked back at Jack, I saw a single tear roll down his eye. I didn't question it. I just wrapped my arms around him, and hugged him. Showing him that I was there, no matter what.
"Well, I guess you Stoll my wish then." He smiled and wrapped his arms around me, showing that he was also, there for me no matter what.
End Of Flashback
That night, I should have asked what the tear was for. But, I didn't.
As I look back down from the night sky, I start my walk back to the complex.
Walking at night in New York is not as bad as I though it was. Its actually nice. You would think there would be bad or creepy people walking around looking at you but, that's not what I see.
I see happy couples, Kids with there parents, people talking and having a good time, old friends meeting up, new friends being made. This is the New York night life I see.
And I really envy all of them.
As I turn the conner, I spot a man at the entrance of my apartment complex.
He's wearing a long black coat and black boots with a suit under his coat.
As I start walking towards the doors, he starts to take out a pack of cigarettes.
He sees me looking and gives me a quick grin.
I give him one back.
As I reach to touch the door. . . I stop.
You know what. . . fuck it.
I turn back around and walk towards the man.
Once I get to him, he looks at me. Grinning at me again.
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She's The Artist
Romance♭♩♭ Alex White, A 23-year-old running from her past all the time. Moving from city to city, town to town even from different states to get away from her past life. This all happened 6 years ago. When her older brother want missing. Her life took a b...
