The day is bright, the sun is finally showing off and leaving the gray clouds behind. I walk to my doctors appointment instead of taking a cab, the feeling of belonging to the city again settling. It's been too long since I actually felt the city this way.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Brooke," Dr. Phillips smiles brightly at me as he takes my hand. "You look well."
"Thank you." I smile back.
"I was sorry to hear about your mother," he frowns, "I can't imagine that loss."
I force my smile this time.
"How are you doing?" He asks.
"I'm alright," I answer, "I've been through a lot in the past few months, it's hard to keep track of everything lately."
"I get it," he nods, "Especially living in the big city, everything's bustling around here."
I nod in agreement as he commenced my check up. He asks the usual questions about my health and I answer as honestly as I can. The questions about my sex life are incredibly uncomfortable and he laughs lightly at my awkward answers.
"We'll have some blood taken for any concerns you might have." He says and I frown at the statement but I don't question it.
"Thank you." I say instead.
~••~
Trish's office is bustling with rushing workers and telephones ringing every second. I knock on her office door and open it, holding up the bag of goodies I brought for lunch.
She holds her telephone to her ear, speaking to a client but she waves me in. I shut the door behind me and sit before her, pulling out the burgers and fries. She hangs up seconds later and hums as she takes a fry and pops it into her mouth.
"You are an angel." She praises as she takes a bite of her burger. I giggle as I unwrap mine and begin to consume mine. "So what's new?"
"I don't even know anymore," I sigh, "Everything's changing now that he's leaving."
"Changing how?"
"Like better," I breathe a laugh, "I mean I'm happy with him right now it's just the fact that he's leaving next week that tears me apart."
She hums, "You know I'm here for you. You won't be alone."
"I know." I say as I finish my burger. I pick at my fries, the thought of him leaving consuming my mind once again.
~••~
As the days get closer, the urge to breakdown increases. Harry's been at the gym everyday and coming home late. I've cried myself to sleep almost every night and I know he's noticed but we don't speak of it.
The week has flown by too fast for me to keep up and I've grown sick of the fact he's leaving. Literally, I've thrown up every day in the past three days. Harry thinks it's a stomach bug so he says I should rest. I take a couple days off of work but find myself at Central Park every day just to enjoy the peacefulness of it.
The air smells fresh and it seems to soothe my turning stomach. Trish calls to check up on me very so often and Harry continues to remain busy at the gym. I feel like his last days are being taken away from me as he trains and I hate it.
