new york dreaming

new york dreaming // prologue Blair's Point of View: What is he doing back here? In New York? Why can't I move? Why can't I just walk over to him and say something? Anything? Oh, that's right. It's because the last time I saw Mitchell Baker, I told him that I deserve someone better than him. He let me go without a fight and I think that hurt more than losing him did. As I stare across the crowded train station in New York City, I wonder to myself why my palms are so sweaty and my knees feel weak. I haven't even talked to him in 23 months. Nearly two whole years. But I know exactly why I feel this way. It's because I, Blair Bennett, am still madly in love with Mitchell Baker. When the train finally arrived, I feel very relieved. I feel relieved about the fact that I no longer have to stand in this hot, crowded train station. I feel relieved that I no longer have to watch every girl in a mile radius ogle over Mitchell. And I also feel relieved that I can go home and act like I never even saw Mitchell here at all. Just as I put one foot on the train, I hear something that makes me stop in my tracks and makes my heart rate pick up. "Blair!" I never thought I would hear that voice say that name ever again.