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Meet You There

Chapter 3

Summer sat on the bed, staring at the blank screen.

"I think you have to turn it on for it to have an effect on you Summer, " Anne-É lise muttered. They had already been in the city for a week, and nothing. Tonight better be the night or else she was going to be pissed at her boyfriend. She was as impatient as Summer used to be. Five years without the love of your life can make you a lot more patient.

"I'm nervous, Annie. What if he's married or has kids or something?"

"Wouldn't he have told you if he gotten married?"

"We haven't talked in so long, though."

"I'm sure you would've heard about it somehow. Don't worry. You look gorgeous, even if he was already married, he would be a fool to not even try something with you."

"Thanks, that's so comforting."

"No problem. Do you think this hairstyle goes with this neckline?"

She continued going on and on, but Summer didn't hear. She was literally shaking. There was only a few hours until she was meeting him. Her dark red dress was clinging to her body, suffocating it. She was cold and hot, she felt nauseated, but her mouth was dry.

"Let's go, Summer. We have to meet Jean-David at the restaurant soon. I don't want to keep him waiting. And then we can head over to the building. I don't want to be late and have to stand in line for hours. The building closes at midnight, you know."

"I know." It was now or never. Time to meet her destiny.

***

Seth had walked around for hours after seeing Summer at Tiffany's. It was only about a half an hour from when he was supposed to meet her. He was miserable and tired and weak from being in the cold all day. But his physical ailments didn't bother him as much as the feeling he had in his heart. What would he say to her? He suddenly felt very pathetic. Hi, Summer, I haven't dated anyone in five years because I've waited for you, but now you have a fiancee, so good luck with that. What would he do when he met her fiancee? He wanted to believe that this guy would be the biggest asshole on the planet, but from what he saw today, he seemed friendly and very happy. This wasn't the way it was supposed to end up. He was the one who was supposed to make Summer happy.

Now, that chance was gone.

***

Summer waited by a telescope right by the door, so that when he stepped off the elevator, he would see her. Jean-David was using the telescope, looking over the beautiful Manhattan skyline. Anne-É lise nervously picked at her nails, waiting.

It was almost time. Seth would arrive. Jean-David would pop the question to Anne-É lise. The air was full of hope and anticipation.

"I have to use to ladies room. Do you want to go Summer?"

"No, I kind of want to wait here so he doesn't miss me."

"Okay, I'll be right back then." She flounced off towards the bathrooms and Jean-David exhaled deeply.

"Summer, I am a nervous wreck. My palms are sweating horribly. My vision is getting shady."

"You'll be fine. She loves you, you love her. It's perfect."

He took out the box and looked at the ring one last time. He held it out to Summer who admired the ring.

***

Seth stepped off the elevator and looked towards the exit doors. There she was. He stopped. The same sandy-haired asshole opened up the box and held the ring to her. The crowd from the elevator pushed and prodded him, but he didn't budge. He painfully watched as she took the ring box and admired it. She was smiling so brightly. And then he didn't really care if he broke the promise or not. He could not stand here and be introduced to the love of her life. He stepped back onto the elevator and zoomed back down to the ground.

You're gone away
I'm left alone
A part of me is gone
And I'm not moving on
So wait for me
I know the day will come

***

She waited and waited. It was almost closing time now. When Anne-É lise returned from the restroom, Jean-David had proposed as soon as he could. And then they had left her to go and do whatever newly engaged couples did. Not like Summer would ever know. They could go and be happy and get married and have lots of kids with hyphenated names. She didn't care.

There were only a few couples left on the observation deck with her now, milling around, arm in arm. Hugging, kissing. She didn't know where he was. What if he had been in an accident or something? Or what if he forgot about her? What if he just didn't care about her anymore? She had been stupid when she was 22. She should have just told him how she felt instead of letting him slip away from her. He had probably moved on a long time ago.

"Miss, we're going to be closing up soon." She turned to the old man and nodded, with tears streaming down her face. She didn't even care who saw her break down.

"If you're waiting for your Cary Grant, let me tell you something, a pretty girl like you doesn't need someone like him. He was overrated anyway."

"Thanks." She didn't feel like exchanging banter with a stranger. She shuffled back to the elevators, but glanced back to the bright lights of the city. 86 floors up. Her heart throbbed as she fell back to the ground.

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