This is what I promised. I just needed some information before I started it. So at long last, my new fic.
It had started to rain and I was on my way back home on the subway, I sat there thinking about the conversation I had had with him. I despised him; I loathed him. In all the cities I thought I would not run into him, I did. He sat across from me in that coffee shop, trying to justify his actions to me. He tried to make me feel sorry for him, but it didn't work. All I did was turn the tables on him and try and make him feel sorry for me. He made my life seem to be unbearable for what seemed like an eternity, but now I have turned it around and feel even stronger because of it.
I looked up after being lost in my thoughts and the subway had stopped at my stop. I got out and saw a man playing an instrument by the stairway. My mind turned from anger to concern. Tomorrow was judgment day. In the morning I was going to see Ephram. Should I tell him the truth? Should I tell him a lie? Should I keep everything a secret? When is his Juilliard audition? What will telling him do to him? What will not telling him to do him? Where will this leave us when everything comes out in the open?
I walked up the steps and across the street and into my apartment building. I took a deep breath before opening the door and went inside. I knew tonight was going to be a sleepless night filled with constant thought about what will happen in the next 12 hours.
