Making my way to work, I glanced up at the New York sky as it loomed over me.
I wondered what sky she was looking into.
Night or day?
Was she even in the same country anymore?
My mind constantly flashes back to the day I met her, I don't mean for it to, I honestly try my best to forget her, but neither my head or my heart will let me.
Brown hair with a tint of red, hazel eyes with a hint of mischief, bright teeth with a lovely smile, heavenly voice with hidden promises, and an open heart that would steal mine.
I pushed open the door to the office block, heading straight to the elevator and hitting the button for the 15th floor.
Time to read endless manuscripts, and try not to think of my own hopeless story.