Regrets collect
like old friends
A week comes and goes, New York bakes and sweats without recourse. Your roommate escapes the apartment late in the night for a drink with an unknown man, insisting she'll be back in an hour but her blushing cheeks give her away. Messages from across the waters say their lives are crumbling, but you knew that years ago. Life is ugly, when you look closely.
Your blood boils, and it doesn't seem to be the New York night's doing.
What the hell
I'm gonna let it
happen
to me.
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