Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Michael's P.O.V.

Momentarily, I paused.

Completely stopped.

Standing on the marble steps that lead into the grande hotel, I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with the cool, crisp air, relishing this free, non hectic and...beautiful moment. To be able to stand here, still, with no people around me except for Grace made everything seem...real. I felt real.

I looked around the streets, up and down, they were strangely quiet, only the odd foe roaming. I was exuberant.
I looked down at Grace who was patiently standing beside me whilst I soaked up the realism, I sported a genuine and playful smile, a slight laugh escaped my throat.

I focused on the pressure of her hand around mine, for a moment I could pretend I wasn't famous at all, I could pretend I was a regular guy on vacation with his girlfriend.

"I-I'm sorry it's just...I'm not used to, umm, y'know, not used to all this...this..." I waved my free arm around the glorious nothingness, "I'm not used to it..." I grinned.

She didn't say anything, just grinned back at me, letting me enjoy this rarity.
"Anyway, come on!" I giggled as we ran down the steps and down onto the empty street, to hear just my own and Grace's footsteps on the path, rather than tens of footsteps was music in itself.

We ran and ran, our hair whipping back, letting my hair blow in the breeze, it was just magical.

"Where are you taking me?!" Grace giggle as we carried on running like high school teenagers.

I stopped somewhat abruptly, my grin never shifting, "You wanna know?!" I quizzed.

"Yes!"

I pulled her closer and grabbed her other hand, she looked up at me, I looked down at her, it was dark but the sparkle in her eyes never lied.

"Central Park." I whispered.