In that leather chair by the fireplace, the only fireplace in New York City that felt like home, the weeks fog in her mind began to clear, and for the first time in months she could see. She saw him for what he was, and herself for making another predictable mistake.
All those nights time stood still, but as dawn came so too did the truth, and with the truth there was no move to be made, no fight to be had, no decision, no choice. With the dawn she lay there alone in that beautiful room, with all her beautiful dreams warming the empty space on the other side of the king size bed. With the dawn she looked at that city for more than a moment, that perfect city. It would never feel like home, just like that beautiful room would never feel like hers.
All that glitters falls away, and the gown is returned. Every night was like the day after New Years. Those moments, those smiles, those people, all leave as quickly as they all came...
Like when the lights go on at the disco.
Peace & Love, Story 11. Claire