Page 29 of Just One Night
I like Morty down the street and Mrs. Gardner downstairs who I sometimes buy extra cheesy dogs for. But, I have nothing else here. Bilbo mews in disagreement. Glenda at the dance studio is sweet and kind but also a loner who had her dreams dashed and heart broken long before I came along.
While I love my students, they pass through my class quickly, few faces returning more than a few times. I love what I do, but I don't know why I do it if I don't make an impact on any of them. For the first time in a while, I feel so lost here. Just like the first weeks I spent here, belonging nowhere, knowing no one, having nothing.
Knox promised to make me love New York but we never got that far.
Truth is we never got far at all.
Burning at my chest, aching in my soul kind of argues how far we truly got, but I digress.
I don't need to stay here if I don't want to. And, right now, this moment, I don't want to be here at all.
Two days I lie to myself that my decision is my own. Place packed up, notice given to Good Witch Glenda, I wave goodbye to Mrs. Gardner and Morty as I head for the train station.
Might have come to New York because of a man, but I'm leaving New York for myself.
Not because of the man who made rules neither of us could stick to.
Rules like never asking for more, never expecting something we couldn't give.
One golden rule? Never letting our heart get broken.
