The Girl in Manhattan

•Red and White Roses•

Kayla's head pounded onto the silk pillow case and as soon as it did, heavy breathing filled the room rebounding from wall to wall. Attention turned towards the window as the rain glided down the transparent casement, painting water droplets in each corner of the window. The heat in Kayla's room turned each bead of water that made its way inside through the hinge, into a steamed residue left on the windows surface. Overcasting clouds neighboured the buildings, intimidating the tall beams of structure. Every cloud spurting out single water droplets, covering the entire city. Sudden snores crawled out of Kayla's mouth exploring each echoed corner in Kayla's room.

Birds spoke to each other waking certain souls from slumber, one of them souls being Kayla as her eye slightly opened, focusing on the paint on the ceiling. She noticed how the brick peered through the paint and how the dampened parts latched onto the walls. Instead of fixing these problems, she issued a familiar mutter that sounds something like 'ill fix that tomorrow.' Meaning 'I will probably never fix that!' Sitting up, Kayla fixated her pillows positions to hold her up and grabbed her cell phone. Scrolling through her notifications, her eyes widened as she came across her reminder that the interview was now in 3 days, knowing to the fact that she still wasn't prepared. Practically running to her desk, she scrambled together some of her best work to show off for the interview.

Back on her phone, a Facebook notification stating 'Lorraine Fletcher Added a new Post' tapping on the tab, a post full of flowers and a church appeared. Sammy's Funeral. Looking closely at each photo, Kayla's eyes filled with salty teardrops, before coming across a single photo of Sammy's casket. A soft brown wooden casket lay underneath a pale pink cloth, which had 4 red roses symbolising love and passion and 3 white roses symbolising purity and innocence, Sammy's favourites. Next to the flowers, a photo of both Kayla and Sammy, laughing, as they were every time that they were with each other. Gazing at the photo, Kayla's hand covered her mouth as tears flooded from her eyes. Breathing heavier and heavier as she cried... A single whisper left Kayla's mouth 'I love you, Sammy I always will.;'

She admired the photos for a while, then, she decided, whilst she has the lead up to her interview off work, she could go and visit her family and Sammy's grave of course. Conversation grew wider between Lorraine and Kayla as Kay exchanged flight bookings with her bank. The zip enclosed on the suitcase set for the morning. 4:30 am was her flight time, meaning she would probably land in Texas for around 10am, to spend the night and get back on an early morning flight Thursday morning. Steam rose from the hob as pasta boiled lightly in a pan that stood Infront of Kayla. Who was stirring the spinning water that resembled thoughts swarming Kayla's head.