Alone

Eve's POV

I wiped my eyes with my sleeve, staring at the mirror before me. Bloodshot eyes stared back at me. I was exactly what I was before I met Adam. 

A shell of myself.  

I had to leave. If I stayed here any longer, they could finish their meeting and either Tom or Adam would see me eventually. I didn't want to deal with either of them. 

Not now. Not yet. 

So I walked out of the bathroom and found my way out of Harrison and co. And then I kept walking.  

New York streets teemed with people. Young, old, great, or small. Years ago in high school, my friends and I would talk about walking the streets of New York, holding cups of cappuccinos and sipping from them while laughing wildly at nothing.  

For us, New York was the dream. It was the goal. And I