I Know Places / b.s.

Dix-huit

Two weeks is all it took for me to get back in the city groove. Four months is how long it's been since I last saw the lake house. There are no easy remedies, but moving home after my inevitable breakdown was what I needed. I didn't need more lake air or quiet, I needed - as Kira put it - to start living.

As another two months passes by its almost May and the spring weather is getting me out of the seemingly never ending winter. A new season calls for a new life because now I have my apartment in Manhattan and I have a very anticipated internship at the New York Times. My life is starting to progress but Charlie's death won't stop haunting me - so I write about it in my journal; every nightmare, every single memory and every sad thought.

Naturally, I miss Brad but six months is plenty of time to move on and I'm sure he did. There hasn't been anyone else for me, mostly because I have been focusing on myself.

Right now, I'm in a bar in midtown with a bunch of interns, taking shots in celebration of the never ending week.

I feel like a party pooper considering I had one shot and I refused any other. On my way out, Charlotte is trying to get me to stay, but i'm already out the door, breathing in the cool spring air.

I contemplate walking home but I hail a taxi anyway. Inside it smells like leather and some other gross smell, but I give the driver my address and he zooms into traffic. My head is flooded with a million thoughts, all taking over until we pull up in front of my apartment building.

The shot I took earlier definitely calmed my nerves but as the elevator rises to my floor I can't help but worry about how I'm going to spend my weekend. Maybe I should have stayed at the bar a little longer.

Inside my apartment I kick off my shoes and toss my jacket to the side. I light a few candles to clear my head and flip on the tv to some late night show. I'm relaxed on the couch, watching Jimmy Fallon play some game with a celebrity guest and I can't help but laugh at something he says. Holy shit, I'm so lonely.

The knock on the door disrupts my thoughts and I almost don't get up because I'm not expecting anyone and whoever it is probably has the wrong apartment. I sighed loudly, calling or that I'll be there in a second.

My feet carry me to the door and I open it with a swift pull to see someone I hadn't seen in six months. His hair is a little longer but those chocolatey eyes are the same. I'm frozen in my spot and I have a million questions, but none seem to form into words

A small smirk forms on his lips. "Olivia."

I take a sharp breath. "Brad."

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The end.