A Promise To Forever

Kaylee - xxii

When Wes fell asleep last night I managed to slip out of his arms and quietly leave the hotel room. I had noticed earlier in the week that, on our floor, there was a balcony. I needed a little fresh air so I decided to step out on the balcony and just watch the city below. By then I was completely sober.

I pulled over a chair and table that was tucked in the corner and put my water bottle, that I had grabbed off of my night stand, on it.

As I watched the few cars on the streets below my mind wandered to New York City. About three weeks ago I had gotten a job offer to be a Journalist for the New York Times, my dream job. They said I had a month to get back to them and if I didn’t then they would give the job to someone else.

At first I told them that I would do it but I had a big wedding in Paris that I had to cover. That was before I fell for Wes. Now I didn’t know what to do. I really didn’t enjoy my job most of the time, as I was usually cooped up in my office. Traveling was a perk of the job but I would be able to travel as a Journalist not just for the job, but because I would be making more than three times as much money.

I was making a mental pros and cons list when I heard the balcony door swing open. Startled I turned around to see, none other than, Connor. Again.

He walked over to the railing taking a deep breath, not even noticing me.

“Okay this is just weird,” I said, looking at him pointedly.

“Holy Jesus!” Connor yelled and jumped about a foot in the air. “Kaylee?! What are you doing out here?!” he shouted with his hand over his heart.

“Well, technically I was here first so I should be asking you that.”

“Couldn’t sleep so I decided a little fresh air would be good,” he said pulling a chair, that was still sitting in the corner, over to my table. “What about you?”

“Same,” I replied.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why can’t you sleep? You look at little, whats a good word, troubled? Yeah, troubled,” he asked.

I looked over at him and studied his expression trying to decide if I could trust him. As I looked at him he smiled and turned his head back out towards the city.

“IgotajobofferinNewYorkCityandIdon’tknowwhattodo!” I spoke extremely fast. Connor turned back towards me with an amused look on his face.

“Mind saying that just a little slower?”

I took a breath and repeated myself, much slower. “I got a job offer in New York City and I don’t know what to do.” As I said it I put my head in my hands. Connor was completely silent and I could feel his gaze on me.

“Why don’t you know what to do?” he finally questioned. I spilled everything that I was confused and worried about. It was unusual because usually I kept to myself and solved my problems alone. Connor was the first guy, besides Wesley, that I felt comfortable and even safe around.

After I finished talking we sat in silence for a minute before he spoke.

“Well, thats quite a predicament you’ve got yourself in...” I groaned and put my head back in my hands. “But, there's a simple solution. I know this is going to sound cheesy and cliche but it helps,” he said turning to me, “Just do what you feel is right in your heart and also gut, cause your gut is always right too, and you’ll be fine,” he paused taking a breath and asked, “Have you told Wesley?”

I shook my head. I was going to tell him but I didn’t want to ruin our trip for him and make him worried about my decision.

“I think you should tell him first thing tomorrow morning. It won’t ruin your trip because, if he’s really the type of guy that you described him as, he will understand and be happy that you told him instead of keeping him in the dark,” Connor said.