Time beyond world

I love New York, even though it isn't mine

Virgo's POV

I've always been considered weird. Perhaps that's just how I am and how I will always be.

By the way, I'm Virgo!

People here at the hospital call me Virgy so you can call me that if you like.

As far as my mental health is concerned-I do not have any life-threatening diseases or other health issues.

When I was 16, my dad committed suicide.

After closing my diary, I stepped closer to the window to look into the city.

A sigh escaped my lips.

I should have taken these pills. I should have been the one to do it.

As I walk to the chair, I kick it over with my leg.

Sitting on the floor, next to that miserable chair, I put my head down.

It's hell here.

The sweat on my palms makes me rub my forehead.

"What the hell do you want from me?" I scream through my teeth into the chair.

My anger was led away by a knock on my door.

It isn't even visiting time, so I don't know who it is.

"Come in," I say, bored.

I saw a girl walk into my room as my door opened. An oversized blue hoodie and jeans complemented her messy brown hair.

It has a lesbian vibe tho.

While blowing a gum bubble, she asked me, "Yo loser, do you have any playing cards?"

Standing up, I walk to my desk and hand the girl my playing card. As she started to walk away, she smiled.

Looking at her, I asked quickly: "What's that you're playing?"

"It's poker, duh," she said quickly.

My brother Derek taught me to play poker when I was 11. I have been a fan ever since.

Derek is still better than me, of course.

"May I join you?" I asked, scared.

A warm smile spread across the girl's face as she replied, "Sure, why not?"

I turned all the lights off and closed my door as soon as the girl stepped out.

"Where are we playing?" I asked.

"My friend's room. But don't freak out when you see my friend; she has cancer," she said to me while walking.

"No problem," I replied with a smile.

See, at least someone is suffering more than I am. That is motivation to do nothing.

Leo POV

Another day another slay periodt.

I wake up with brown messy curly hair - a hot damn mess to be honest.
I grab a brush and begin brushing it.

When my husband is in the army, all my happiness suffers, but I need to stay here in New York and I miss him so much. I can't even imagine being away from him for just a day.

Seeing the city in the distance from my big bed made me happy.

My apartment is on Wall Street, on floor thirteen of a big yellow house-
this place is like something out of a book - it's so beautiful.

I grab my first date photo from Disneyland, I can't help but remember how he won me a big teddy bear because of his basketball skills.

After wrapping the blanket around my body and placing the picture on my nightstand, I take a deep breath.

My forever is him, I already know that.

My phone provides me with information, gossip, drama, etc.
I saw a dozen texts from Cancer-what the hell happened here?
After opening the chat, I read them silently.

Scorpio seemed fine when I saw him at the party. A little bit drunk, but fine

I quickly selected Aries's number while waiting for him to answer. The answer, please.

At first I heard silents, then a long beep...

"Babe?" I asked quietly, feeling my voice breaking.

The last time I spoke with him was six days ago.

It was just as I remembered when I heard his voice, "Hello, my love."

"How are you?" he asked me, chuckling lightly.

"I'm fine," I replied.

He asked worriedly: "Something is wrong, sugar plum"

Damn his voice already gives me butterflies.

"When you come home?" I ask him as I look at my nails.

"Soon, I promise you, baby," he answered me in his cute baby voice.

"Promise me, baby?" I asked him.

"I make my word in the name of Peppermint," he said.

A smile spread across my face as I wipe away my tears.

There's a kitten he owns that I love as much as he does - okay, maybe not quite as much as he does.

"I have to go back now-morning run I love you," he said as he blew a kiss through the phone,

"I love you too," I said and blew a kiss as well

I growl to bed crying-fuck my life