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The thing about New York is that nothing is really closed. There were the cafes, nightclubs and the running taxis that slipped between the lovers cars as they made their way towards a hotel.

Though the city was still up and running, everyone up at this time had a place to be. It was late enough to have the party rats already in the middle of killing their poor undeserving livers and the quiet insomniacs held up in cafes and bookshops, enjoying the solitude the city could not deliver in the day.

It was near 4am when Katheryn suggested to Colin that he got up to walk around with her. “You're not waiting for anything are you?”

Colin in fact was waiting. Colin was waiting for something spectacular to happen to him. Colin was hoping for something to change him. He had been for the past couple weeks after graduating high school and realizing his life had absolutely no meaning past the flimsy diploma and his parents wealth and this undeniably upset him in every way possible but who wouldn't be after realizing their existence was practically nothing to themselves. 

He was going to answer with a 'yes' till he realized that she meant anyone. 

“No. Lets go.”

Katheryn smiled. The sadistic smile that she had on when she lit her diploma on fire at her graduation but  it was okay because Katherine begged for them to email a copy. “How long have you lived here?” She asked him, kicking an empty beer can out of her way.

“Spent my whole life in a luxury apartment down in Manhattan.” He said, not bragging, oh definitely not, but not complaining. He said it in such a way you could feel how sadly sheltered his life was without analyzing it. His father had always taught him that the ability to express complex emotions and intention into your words was the most important lesson one could learn. This had won him multiple roles in productions and invitations to prestigious performing art schools which Colin dared not accept but was kept as a kind of trophy for him. Their trophy.

Kathryn laughed, “So what are you doing in musty ol’ Brooklyn?”

“Finding myself in a place equally as unknown to me as myself.”

She paused. Swinging around on the traffic lights like a child, “You can't honestly tell me you’ve lived here, what? 17? 18 years? And never been to Brooklyn.”

Colin laughed. His parents might have found it offensive but he could tell that she didn't hold any punches, so he laughed. “My parents are very sheltered with life here. I mean, we’ve travelled but they believed home is not meant to be explored.”

Katheryn paused letting go of the pole. “What do you believe?”

“I believe life is meant to be explored.”