33 - Welcome To New York

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The plane landing went quite smoothly... I think.

Well I'm not sure, I was asleep.

All I know is that we're not dead yet... I think.

We might all be dead... This whole thing could be a simulation-

Sorry. Pretzels make me think about life.

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"Welcome to New York." Cheered my mother.

She and I made our way out of the airport, and onto the cold streets, the air nipping at my neck.

When I say cold, I mean COLD, snow and everything.

Well I mean what the fuck did I expect? I'm not that far from home.

I rubbed my arms violently in an attempt to gain heat, but all I gained was the confused looks of the people around me.

'Fucking peasants.' I sighed to myself, smiling a little at my terrible sense of humor.

"Here Frank!" My mom called out, signalling to a taxi.

It pulled up beside us, the exhaust pipes blasting hot air onto the snowy roads.

I dramatically stepped through the steam, and into the taxi.

A long sigh of relief escaped my lips, as I felt the warm air embrace me.

My mom smiled at me,

"Times Square, please" she told the driver.

Without saying a word, our driver slammed his foot on the accelerator and began driving.

"Where will we be staying?" I asked my mom.

A big smile grew upon her face as I pulled out a pretzel bag from my pocket.

"I'm glad you asked," she began, "I found somebody we can stay with, he's 22 and he's trans, like you."

I grew in excitement. "Wh-what? No way! I- What's his name?"

"Miles."

Miles? That's such a cool name. Miles...

"He's waiting for us by the red stairs, I think you'll like him a lot."

"He's waiting?" I asked, "In this weather?" I looked out at the snowy landscape of Manhattan, practically feeling the air biting at my skin.

"Man up, Frank." My mum said, laughing.

I rolled my eyes, "Whatever." I mumbled, letting out a small smile.

I leant my head against the cold window, letting my eyes close slowly, in some attempt to rest.

Gerard's words floated around in my head. Images of him and I brought me to smile, as a small tear rolled down my cheek.

'Just breathe Frank,' I told myself.

Just breathe.

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