the lonelier version of you

Floor 103

When I was done and I walked off stage, I felt like a million dollars. The cheers, the lights, the confidence was amazing. I walked backstage and none of the girls were glaring at me, they were all just smiling. I was happy, I felt like a new world was open for me somehow. I actually talked to some of the girls and Bianca offered me a place in her next show before I left. I didn't feel like going straight home and it was only seven.

I walked outside into the darkening sky and the crowd of people lingering out front. It didn't take me long to hail a cab and get in.

"Willis Tower" I told the driver. I suddenly heard the cab door close next to me.

"I hope you don't mind if we share a cab since my hotel is right next to where you live" his voice said. I didn't look at him and I could tell it was killing him.

"I'm not going home." I said while staring out the window.

"Where are you going sir?" The cab driver asked Patrick.

"Where ever she is going. I just want to be where ever she is." Patrick replied.

"Y-you did amazing tonight, I have no words for it." He said.

"Thanks" was all I said but after a minute I decided to return the compliment. "You did really well at the Victoria's Secret fashion show."

"You saw that? Thanks!" He said kind of surprised. "Those plaid pants weren't my thing though" he added making me smile, I knew he couldn't see it.

It didn't take long to get to Willis tower.

"I should have known" I heard Patrick Chuckle. I went to pay the driver but Patrick already had.

"To be fair, it was my turn" he said. I was now looking at the man I never thought I would look at again, the man I never wanted to look at again.

I just got out of the taxi and headed into the building. I knew he was right behind me following me in.

"I thought you only came here on bad days?" He asked in the elevator.

"I've got a new tradition now." I said. Everything was quiet as we stepped out of the elevator onto floor 103 which looked to be totally empty due to it about to close. I began to walk to the sky box. I think Patrick was getting tired of being ignored because he said something that he knew would evoke a response out of me.

"I'm sorry. You were right, I'm messed your life up pretty bad." He said.

"Don't be so sure of that. I have a better job now, I can dance again and I'm starting to make new friends. I just moved on from everything." I shrugged. I saw sadness on Patrick's face as we stepped into the glass box that over looked Chicago and all its lights.

"Everything?" He asked.

"I guess." I said putting up a fight.

"I was wrong about what I said to you. I don't expect you to for give me again. I just want you to do me a favor." He said, I could see a faint smirk on his face.

"Sure." I said facing the glowing city and not him.

"I've always wanted to kiss someone up here." He said and before I could object or do or say anything at all, he had turned me around and was kissing me passionately. Should I push him off of me? But I wanted this for such a long time.