Voila.
~ You made me believe the lie.
On the first day of December, you sat in the wet grass of Central Park. She complained about her hair, the chilly wind ruffled it up, it made her look unprofessional. And you just rolled your eyes, and smiled. You didn't really know why you were there, exactly.
You just pulled her with you, into one of those smelly cabs (You still weren't used to New York, even though you lived there for four months already.) and told the driver to 'bring them somewhere fresh'. Of course he drove them somewhere far from where they were at that moment, he needed his money. But you didn't really care. She wanted to know if you were going to Tiffany's. You just laughed, shook your head, and smiled.
It was raining, when the second traffic light flashed green, and while she asked if you were going outside in this kind of weather, you rolled down the window and smelled.
Behind you, you heard her sigh, an annoyed sound, sort of a huff. You heard it more often, she was always annoyed. But all you did was smell the rain, and smile.
When the driver dropped you off, you saw her grimace. Of course you did, it made her face look ugly, scrunched up, weird. You never said it to her, she was a perfectionist. If you'd say something like that, she would call her doctor almost immediately. And so, all you did was take her hand, and smile. She groaned when her stiletto heels sank away in the mud, and held onto your shoulder. "Great. Just great. Why are we here, anyway?!" She whined, the sound ringing in your ears, it didn't make you wince. It used to do, but all you did was hold her, and smile.
You enjoyed the sight, when you were both sitting on the ground. The park was almost empty, you liked it like that. The rain made the trees and the scene look serene. She just pulled out her phone, and laughed brightly when she texted someone back. She didn't enjoy things like you did, she belonged there. In New York. She was a city girl, you never really saw her cry.
That smile was always plastered on her face, sometimes it scared you. But you didn't tell her that. You stretched your legs, loving the way your movements sounded. "Nate, can we go home?" She whined, after she put away her phone. You just ignored her, all you did was smile.
She didn't like silence, it made her nervous. You knew that, sometimes you used it. She shifted around in the grass, gasping when she spotted something dirty on her red coat. "Damn it. Look, look! My coat is ruined…" She grumbled, her high voice raising with disgust.
You didn't understand why her outfit was so important to her, you never did.
She asked why you were here together, she didn't like nature, she said, it was so cold.
All you did was laugh, and smile. She was so silly, and she didn't even realize it.
Five minutes later, she got up and told you she wanted to go home.
You wondered what home was, the minute the word left her mouth. Home was Texas, you decided, it wasn't the hotel room you shared there, in New York. It all came down on you, like the rain you had smelled before. You were lost. "Tess, it's time to go home."
She agreed, not understanding the deeper meaning beneath your words, but all you did was get up, grab her hand, and smile.
It all ended that first day of December.
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