Sitting on a fire escape attached to the side of a building hoisted high above the ground, Tiana smokes her happiness and self away with every breathe. In... out... repeat. Her cigarette prospers in the rain.
The holes in her jeans are away from her chest, yet she feels like her ribcage is caving in... for there's nothing left to hold its shape. She gave him her heart and he died with it, lungs wouldn't keep her from drowning, it just make it worse.
Enclosed in a box, with holes only to tease and torture her of what's outside and she can't get out.
Do my feelings even matter? She thinks. There are bigger problems in this going on and I'm still here killing myself everyday over him.
I should grow up.
I should get over it.
I should stop living in the past.
But She planned to grow up beside him, to jump over that broom with him, he was her past and she planned on him being her future.
"YOU'RE NOT HERE ANYMORE!" A calm yell gains freedom from my throat. "You're not here anymore." I take another puff from my cigarette.
"We had a silent pact... signed our names in blood... even tied it with a golden ribbon, and to seal it we burned it.
On and on it burned, on and on our 'like' came to 'love.' At one point, our love was warm and light up the air around us... but the edge of the road can be unpredictable when your enjoying the ride.
With out a signal our fire was smelt down. Forced. But our fire wasn't fully smoked, theres a lot more than a nub left yet it still went to waste.
Dropped onto the concrete of these New York streets like a cigarette."
