Spend all your time waiting, for that second chance, for a break that would make it okay, it’s always some reason, to feel not good enough, and it’s hard at the end of the day, I need some distraction, Oh beautiful release, memories seep from my veins and let me be empty, and weightless and maybe, I’ll find some peace tonight.

He stood at the balcony of his apartment while Angel by Sarah McLachlan was playing behind. “What a view this is.” He said to himself. Closing his eyes, he felt every heartbeat of the city, the glory of its lights and the swift sounds of planes flying by. The desire to look into the city from afar and feel its soul and grace running through his veins was something he always desire. Nothing was amiss. Everything was in place. He stood there and took it all in.

* * *

“Hi!”

“Oh, hey. Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“I know right. How have you been?”

“I have been good. Don’t you look beautiful today. Where are you going?”

“I just decided to dress up today. Haha. Glad you like it. Do you have time?”

“Yeah, I do.”

* * *

He was wondering where to go next. He then heard the sound of a door click. Ah, it has been decided for me, he thought. Off he goes, he took the lift and went downstairs. A few more steps it is. It was coming in five minutes, he paced faster and managed to catch the train in time. He looked around and found the seat he was looking for. A ride to the heart of the beginning, he wondered. He shut his eyes and drifted off.

* * *

“Do you think we can live forever?”

“Do you want to?”

“If I could, I would. If I could, I want to be with you.”

He kissed her on her forehead and hugged her.

* * *

The train came to a sudden halt. He woke up with a start and escaped the closing doors just by a little bit. A final dance, he thought. He made his way down the path and walk amongst the lights. The lateness of the hour told him this was a bad idea but really what’s the worst that could happen? A little longer wouldn’t hurt. He finally arrived at the beginning.

* * *

“Remember the first dance?”

“I do. You looked beautiful in that dress. How could I ever forget?”

She started crying.

“Why do you have to leave? Why? Tell me!”

“It isn’t my choice. If I could, I would stay.”

He squeezed her hand tighter. It didn’t help but only made her tears flowed all the more.

* * *

This is it, he thought. It felt familiar, again. He took one step forward. One step backward. He began to dance. A ballad if you will. How nice would it be if he could dance forever. How nice would it be. One day, he said to himself. One day, he will be able to hold her in his arms again.

It was almost time. He stopped dancing and looked at the rising sun. It was time to go. He then turned to her and said, “Goodbye, take good care will ya. It’s time now. Go. Go on with your life. Be strong for me. For yourself. I will always love you.”

He kissed her just liked he used to and left.

* * *

He was here. He danced with me and spoke. She felt it. This was different, she thought. She knew what he would have wanted her to say.

“I will.”