Note: Sorry this took so long to update, and it's also really short but I've had life getting in the way of writing unfortunately. The next part will be along much quicker though, I promise! Thanks for all the feedback as well, it's nice to know the story is being read.
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iSo we rolled back into the city
Up to a five story old brownstone
I rang the bell that had her name on the mailbox
The buzzer said somebody's home/i
The quiet roll back into the city and then across town to her neighborhood took almost 45 minutes and the whole ride there my body was tight with anticipation. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't sexual, it was simply that the moment I realized that I was actually going to see Jessie again a sort of natural awareness overcame me. You would think I would be terrified because of the way I left her and what happened between us when we finally saw each other again but instead I felt calm and truly alive for the first time in years.
"End of the line," the older man at the wheel mumbled as we pulled into a laneway on a small back street. He feigned indifference but I could see his eyes light up as I extracted 75 dollars from my satchel and placed it in his outstretched palm.
For the second time this afternoon, I made my way up Jessie's walkway and up onto the porch. The apartment building was one of those old brownstone manors that had been renovated and divided into 6 compartments, each probably having one or two bedrooms. The wall beside the front door had six mailboxes, each one with a name and a buzzer. I scanned down the list and with each name, my pulse became more erratic and my breathing more labored. M. Ahuja, K. Gluekler, H. Johnson, G. McMitchel... J. Sammler. As my eye caught her name, I swear my heart skipped a beat and I stopped breathing completely and my hands shook as I rang the bell and heard the answering buzz that meant the person inside was coming to the door.