Dear Stanley [Watty's 2019. Completed]

New York

Monday, June 21st

Dear Stanley,

It's currently 1 in the morning as I am writing this to you. I spent my first day in a place other then home.

New York is amazing.

Breeze and I got a taxi to Times Square after we landed yesterday morning and I was in awe. It was almost better then the feeling I got when the plane was taking off.

When I first felt the plane start to fly, I was worried and gripped the arm rests next to me. It felt weird not being on the ground. I wish Breeze and me were sitting next to each other. I was a little scared Stanley, but I remembered good moments with you and it soothed me.

I began to like it then.

But now we are in Times Square and I suddenly understand why you would want to move here. It's amazing. It's wonderful.

There were tall glass buildings towering over everywhere. Screens broadcasting different types of ads and broadway shoes were colorful and vivid. People of all different types swarmed the area. The soft almost-summer wind didn't cool the humidity and body heat. There is some type of magic here and it reminds me exactly of you.

Breeze and I wandered around Times Square for a couple of hours, she was laughing at how shocked I was at everything. I've never seen anything like it Stanley.

But I could tell she didn't like New York that much. I saw her expression glaze over with the bitter remembrance of what happened to her and I felt bad.

This was the first time I was in a place that wasn't home. I see why people were so fascinated by cities. Comparing our town to New York is like comparing a drop of water to the ocean.

I was getting drowned with all the people but I relished it. I was forgetting about everything, all the stress was evaporating and leaving me lighter.

Except I was getting closer to you. I could feel it. Random memories of you vibrated through my mind. I could feel you, I could hear you, I could smell you.

You were everywhere.

Breeze and I stopped exploring New York to get some lunch at a small pizzeria. While we were eating in a small booth in the corner, Breeze asked me if I knew where to go from here.

I didn't know how to tell her that I didn't know exactly where you were, but that I just knew you were nearby. All we had to do was keep walking, keep looking. The memories were getting clearer, faster, closer to the day you disappeared.

I knew soon I was going to be seeing you but it still filled me with a dread that overwhelmed any excitement and nervousness. I was dreading meeting you again. Remembering you again.

And I don't know why.

"Breeze. He's here. I just know it." I said. She nodded her head and for a second she seemed as if she really believed me. She had full faith that whatever I was saying was true. But then her brown eyes grew foggy. Something was off about her. Her pizza slice was sitting untouched in front of her and her face was slightly pale. I got worried Stanley.

"What's wrong?" I asked her. I hoped she didn't think this was a big mistake.

She wasn't looking at me, she was stuck in a trance. I don't think she even heard me.

"Breeze?"

She jolted and I cocked my brow. "Are you ok?"

She nodded her head and tried to make eye contact with me. I could tell how hard it was.