The waves crashed
into the side of the docks. No one else was around a slight surprise in the
city that never slept. Summer nights had the streets filled with the usual
drunken individuals and late raves that resounded into the morning light. Yet
this night was different, the city was calm and she wasn’t.
She rocked on her
brand new ankle boots and took in a deep breath that quavered her core. Her now
cherry cola curled hair thrashed in the wind and faintly smacked her face. It
was a chilly night, but it could have been for the fact that she was standing
at Pier 66 waiting for him. He texted her at eight saying they should talk and
she took him up on the offer. They had broken up three months prior and they
still had this odd concept to speak to one another. One chime of the phone led
to long hours of emojis and inside jokes between the two.
She let out a slow
shiver and walked along the pier to admire the skyline of New York City. The
bright lights that glowed from tall cold skyscrapers twinkled across the black
night. A wish is what she needed more than anything right now. Yet the
fluorescent lights would not grant her deepest desire. The edge of the pier had
backless benches scattered across. They longed for couples and tourist to sit
upon them and glance at the picturesque skyline. The skyline that New Yorkers
paid for to live in cramped spaces to drive one another into insanity. That’s what did it for them.
