August 2, 2011
As his feet touched the gravel below, he took a deep breath. He glanced around, noting that the city was exceptionally quiet around four am. It was the only time he had seen it this silent. Or maybe he was just good at forgetting.
He contemplated going to West 73rd street, where he knew she was deep asleep, probably twitching fitfully like usual, with the occasional snore. His stomach tightened, and he felt as though his feet would run themselves there if he didn’t stop them. He clenched his fist, and took a deep breath. There would be time to talk, there would be time for them to discuss everything – for once, this might be permanent.
But maybe that was the very reason why he couldn’t go to her.