The cd player returned to track one, and the song began again; It's mellow chords mixed with a slow piano
loop. It was early morning, at the time when everything seemed to hide behind a bluey-grey hue. The wind brushed through
the open glass door, causing the heavy curtains to flap like a sheet of sail. I listened attentively, studying the whisps
of smoke curl from the end of my cigarette. There was so much that had to be thought about that it seemed the
best of idea's to not start on it yet; over time i'd find my way through it. I glanced down, the horrible mauve
knit appeared the same melancholic colour as the narrow balcony and sky. It was difficult to accept that they were out there
somewhere, in the same foreign city. Another long drag. I placed my hand apon the plastic table, the type you'd expect
to find around a cheap hotel pool and drew in my knees. Was i doing the right thing? the thought swam around my stomach. I closed
my eyes, fighting back the instinct to run. My chest tightened and tears began to well. "I dont know what i'm meant to
do" the words slipped. Resting my head against my knee, the wall broke. I cried, tears streaming down my cold cheeks
and over my lips, leaving watery paths. Walking to the door, i smiled as he lay asleep. He was beautiful, strands
of brown hair falling effortlessly over his face. Kneeling beside the bed i watched his body rise with ever breathe, wishing
i didnt have to leave.
The sound of the door locking echoed through the hall as i walked away, my arms hugging at my sides, comforting
an insatiable loneliness. The idea of having no idea was slightly overwhelming. As i pushed against the fire escape i was
greeted by a gust of torrential rain.
He brushed at the hair which lay across his eyes and turned his face into the pillow.
The smell of the old damp room filled his nose, causing him to exhale loudly. He knew where he was; this was home for him.
Rolling over he reached blindly; but found nothing. Within moments he had jumped out of bed and was rushing to get dressed;
taking him twice as long as it would have if he hadnt been half asleep. In a rare moment of complete silence the weather outside
dawned on him; heavy rain dampening the carpet infront of the open glass door. The thought never occured to him as to shut
it, his mind was far too busy running through horrible scenes of a young woman drenched and alone, trapped inside a cage of
tall morose buildings. Grabbing a sweater, he pulled the door handle and ducked out of the small studio apartment.
Ducking her head, she staggered out of the yellow taxi's back door and blinked as rain drops
fell against her face. The loud traffic consumed her for a couple of minutes as the taxi sped away and she was left standing
on the kerb. Wet hair clung to her face and neck, heavy with water. She turned her head as if it were disconected from the
rest of her body. Her eyes strained to recognise anything behind the rain; each shop looked a similar variant of the one before.This
cant be the street, nothing looks familiar. I would have remembered by now wouldn't I? She crossed the street. Hours passed
along with numerous streets and buildingsand still the rain didnt dull. Is this day meant to mean something? That it's hopeless
trying to find them? I cant go back to him and i cant continue walking around like this. A gust of wind blew her hair over
her face and a wirl-wind of paper formed, collecting anything loose along the street. Raising her arms to sheild the street
dirt blowing about, an idea sparked. A party, it was Friday, they'd have to be some where.
He pushed on although his breath had long ago run out, But it didnt matter, no matter how
fast his feet glided along the slippery foot path it wasnt fast enough. If some thing happened to her it was his fault, he
had sworn he'd always be there, even if she didnt want him.
