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It's only half past the point of no return,

The tip of the iceberg, the sun before the burn.

The thunder before the lightning, the breath before the phrase.

Have you ever felt this way?

Have you ever hated yourself for staring at the phone?

Your whole life waiting on the ring to prove you're not alone.

Have you ever been touched so gently you had to cry?

Have you ever invited a stranger to come inside?

- Pink 'Glitter in the Air'

Bella dug her shoulder into the door again, groaning when it didn't move a muscle. Her key was stuck in the door, and she had heard the click of the lock opening up. But it appeared to have plans of its own…

With one last hard shove, Bella grunted, pulled back her body, and pushed with all her little one hundred and fifteen pound body could muster. The door flew open, and so did Bella. She hit the ground hard as the door banged her slightly on her arm from rebounding off of the wall.

"Ridiculous," she seethed, pushing up off the ground and instantly kicking off her Mary Jane's, feet crying with pleasure at the relief that the aching pain was gone.

The small apartment was a living room, a stove, a bed in the far corner, and a small bathroom to the right. The living room had a blue, faded cotton couch that Bella had got from the Salvation Army and an old, chipping wooden table to eat on. Next to the table was her endless pile of books that she liked to read in the middle of the night. The blue couch didn't go well with the grey, dull carpet and the pasty white walls. If anything, it made the place seem like a deserted grave site that needed emergency renovations. The stove had come with the apartment, a fact that Bella was thankful for, and a pile of dishes stood next to it. With no kitchen sink, or barely a kitchen at all, she had to use the bathroom sink to wash her dishes. In the bathroom was a white toilet that often got clogged and overflowed, a sink where half the time the taps didn't work, and a small shower that was the only good thing about her apartment.

Bella sighed, and threw her coat onto her bed. White pieces of paper littered the couch, almost passing off as ridiculous looking snowflakes. She longed for the arrival of winter, even though it was so many months away. To feel the snow between your toes, the snowflakes gracefully falling on your face, and the outstretched sense your arms and legs had when you were making a snow angel… it was her favorite season, and the more it rained and the sun shined, the more Bella knew it would be forever before she saw snow on the ground.

She walked over to the couch, sat down, and looked at the letters. All written to her mother, although Bella knew that they could never be addressed. She had yet to find a mailman that could deliver to heaven. The letter's were more of her diary than actual messages, but it was a small fake comfort she often felt; to think and feel that her mother might actually read and hear about the things Bella might be achieving was a warm and gooey feeling. The clouds of disappointment would always come later on, of course, but it was nice to have that feeling of sunshine in your gut for even the smallest of moments.

Bella pulled a piece of paper from the pile beside the couch, clicked her pen, and began to write.

Dear Mom,

It feels wrong writing to you in the middle of this apartment; I still can't get used to the feeling of not having Dad over my shoulder and wondering what I'm doing.

I had a dream about him a few days ago. Did you know he's actually gotten better at fishing? Before I left he caught the biggest whopper I've ever seen in my life! Surprisingly enough though, my dream wasn't about him yelling; it was about him fishing! He was in the middle of the lake, floating on a piece of wood, looking like the biggest fream every in his over sized hat…

But the kookiest thing occurred right then and there… I was the fish! And he was reeling me back to him, yelling my name and saying he needed someone to cook for him and care for him when he's sick…Most dreams these day's don't make the fickle of sense, but I'm trying Mom, I really am.

Sometimes it feels like I've been sleeping on cloud nine for the longest time and suddenly I've woken up… and I'm here. In the greatest city of the world. The Apple!

Maybe not the greatest city in the world, but the biggest and flashiest one of all America.

Today I went to the Vivian Beaumont Theatre and auditioned for an upcoming Broadway production, Oklahoma! You may have heard of it; it was a big show in 1943. Almost every girl there wants the part of Laurey; does it make any sense that I have a small longing and a bit of hope to get the part? The lead? I can still picture the two of us in our attic in Ohio, with the old trunks spilling out with costumes and us laughing with old, old makeup on. Do you remember when you played the damsel in distress, and I was the queen with not a care in the world? Or the other time we were on the Titanic and sinking, pleading for life itself and mercy from God? I wish you were standing right beside me, right at this moment so we could reenact some of our favorite plays.

Oh! I rode in a taxi cab for the first time in my life! Although rode probably isn't the best word to pick; it was more like I sat in the backseat with the driver in the front, not a care in the world at what I was doing as long as he could get paid. The glimpses and second minute snaps I got were extraordinary! The sky scrapers are so tall it's a miracle we can even see the sky! And there's always someone looking at you, someone wondering what you are thinking and where you are going… Its intriguing to hear snatches of conversations and to play on from there, wondering if that girl will really run away from her circled man, or if Judy really is pregnant, or even if Andrew did steal his brothers tie! The lives and lies people live on and feed off of is something I've never seen before… and yet, it's something that fits into the society of New York. Just the dominance of the buildings and the arrogance of a young man I just met is enough for me to give bad reviews to the people of New York.

I mean really, Mom, he walked right in front of us! If the taxi cab had been puffing on his cigarette or looking out the window at a unique bird, that man would have been flat as a tire when it's been stabbed! And then the haughtiness of him when he didn't even have the dignity to apology to the taxi man! The name Edward is one I don't wish to be acquainted with again, I can assure you…

But other than that disturbing encounter, all is going well. Of course it's still just the morning and I still have other plans to attend to throughout the day and any thing could happen, I thought I would write now to let you know I am okay and that you shouldn't worry about me. Although I'm aiming for the stars and anything beyond that, I'm not getting my hopes up to high, and it's really about the experience and not the benefits... although the benefits are always a nice little touch and keep.

I still have my ring, and although I went out today without it on, I promise you it won't happen again.

I miss you more and more every day, and I love you more than every inch of my being.

Isabella

She lifted the pen from the page, and sighed. There was no feeling of bliss this time; no wonders of hope skyrocketing towards the sky. Bella had written the letter with a heavy heart, her fingers barely sketching themselves across the page. She had the momentum of the world, and yet Bella could barely bring herself to write to the person she loved more than anything.

Bella sighed, and shoved the letter away from herself.

Edward was walking around the city. It was so much more alive than Chicago, so much more adventurous and crazy. Not a single person looked over at him, all of them hurrying off to where they had to be. The social society seemed so fragile as if it could snap with one single promise broken. He didn't know where he was going, or how he was going to get there; Edward was simply taking life on an edge, jumping off the cliff and into the frenzy of the waves with a beaming smile, and a heart full of expectations and dreams.

Right before him stood the Empire State Building, the tallest man made structure in the world. It had only been four years ago when a young Evelyn McHale had leapt to her death from the 86th floor, and left the heart breaking suicide note that had left the city in a media frenzy. Ever since then, the building had become a tourist spot for families and photographers who would climb to the tallest floor and get a picture of the city's skyline.

Edward walked inside, and looked around. The atmosphere was warm and soothing, much better than the cool winds of spring outside. The floor was tiled with a glossy grey and black cover that made the place appear spotless. The walls were tall and mighty, the architect of the building appearing old fashioned and ancient, with the colors of dark peach and brown making the place look only more fascinating. Two American flags were on the walls, one on the east side of the lobby and one on the west. Directly twenty feet in front of Edward was the front desk, a stone masterpiece that was the pure epitome of money. Behind the desk was a painting so grand and large, Edward gasped at the sight of it. It was a picture of the Empire State Building with it soaring to t he sky, the bright colors of the sun perfectly at the top and the words EMPIRE STATE down below. A small plate of bronze in the bottom left corner gave the tourist some information about the building, and a beautiful clock with pointed ends was in the middle right. People mingled all around, and the occasional security guard would look over the area before going back into a corner where almost no one could see him…

"The Empire State Building isn't the tallest man made structure in the world." said Nessie, pointing out the non-logical fact of the Piano Man's story.

"This story didn't take place yesterday, Nessie." said the Piano Man impatiently. "It took part over fifty years ago. In 1951, it was the tallest man made structure in the world until 1954. It remained the tallest structure in all of New York City until the World Trade Center was built. But as we all know—"

"September Eleventh happened, and the World Trade Center collapsed." said Nessie with a nod of her head. "And so the Empire State Building remains the tallest structure in all of New York City, and is still a symbol of America."

"Indeed." said the Piano Man, agreeing with Nessie instantly. "Now I know you must have questions, but it would be nice if you could give me some warning before interrupting me in the middle of my sentence."

"Sorry," said Nessie sheepishly. "Please continue."

Edward walked up to the main desk where a red haired woman looked up, and smiled at him.

"Welcome to the Empire State Building!" she said all too cheerily. "How can I help you?" Edward could barely hold in his snicker as he tried not to laugh at her over-fake excitement.

"I'd like a pass for the—" Edward stopped mid-sentence, and instantly changed his mind. "On second thought, never mind. Have a nice morning."

"You too, sir." said the woman already moving on to the person behind Edward.

Interesting, thought Edward.

Edward had suddenly realized that he didn't want to see the skyline of New York City more than he had seen it all the while he had been walking. What he really wanted to see was the little spite fire of a woman he had met just mere hours ago.

"Spite fire."

The Empire State Building was the tallest man made structure in the world back in 1951. And that suicide really did happen, unfortunately.

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