We will go to Brooklyn again.
That's our promise.
We smile.
Interlock our pinkies.
I laugh.
She laughs.
Happiness is all that fills us, as we look over the nighttime Brooklyn from atop our hotel.
The stars shine above us.
Some streetlights below us.
It's beautiful.
The whole day had been wonderful.
Sightseeing new places.
Tastetesting new food.
Having fun.
A special day.
The best holidays ever.
I love it.
We will come back here.
No matter what anyone else says.
If not now, then we can return as adults.
We look at each other and Break down into another fit of giggles.
We will look around this place again.
Recreate this moment.
This memory.
I smile.
I'm not here anymore.
Grey walls around me.
Where did the city go?
What date is today?
How long has it been since that day on the rooftop?
I don't know.
I think I'm out of my mind.
Going crazy.
It gets harder to now where and when I am each day.
How much longer until I go completely nuts?
Don't know.
Don't want to know.
Memories well up inside me again.
Your face.
Your laughter.
It's always on my mind.
I cry.
Tears stream down my face.
Hot.
I bite on my lip.
Can't make a sound.
Be quiet.
Wrap my arms around me.
Warmth.
Do I deserve it?
I don't know.
Your words ring in my mind.
Our promise.
My voice trembles.
I want to go back to being happy.
I beg.
„Please. Please! Take me to Brooklyn again!"