ArianaMonths later.Keeping an idle hand on the warm railings of the city, I look at the city that's scattered below.Cars found their way past, their tires and honks threatening to wake the city; chatter flitters around from different corners, hissing at the closed door, and climbing through the window; and the sun continues to return home slowly, perhaps believing that no one sees him.In this moment, with the world moving about and time pushing away, I realize that I feel happy. The feeling feels foreign, like it's not meant for me but I've managed to snatch it and hold on to it.My body doesn't remember the last time it felt content, talk not of happiness.Weary eyes roam the room once more, taking in the not-so-subtle decorations Darius had filed into the space. It has taken my stepping up, requesting that despite my appreciation of the gifts and redecoration, his wanting to give me all I needed — wanted — he had more than enough already.Darius.The name was a soft whisper on m
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