"You have to come, promise me. We'll go to Brighton Beach, since that's where all of the Russians hang out and we can go to school together. " I take a deep breath and before I can say another word,
"Potter"
He comes closer, he puts his hands on my cheeks, and before I could realize what's happening, he kisses me.
I was left speechless. When I finally snapped out of the transit he was handing back popper to me.
"Take care of Popchyk." He said.
I grabbed him by his sleeve, not letting go. I asked him one last time.
"Please, come with me to New York."
He looked at me with this kind of sorrow and confusion in his face for a while, he turned his head to look behind him and turned it back to me. Finally he took a hold of my hand and we both entered the cab.
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Overglance
RandomAn alternate ending to the 2014 book "The Goldfinch" if Theodore Decker would've reacted in time and went to the big city together with Boris Pavlikovsky. I started writing this around the end of spring to the start of summer 2022, when my "The Gol...
