Friday, January 15, 2016
10:30 P.M.
    It was a bitter January in Manhattan, where the once jolly spirit of December had finally faded. The sky of the city was a wide sheet of a murky scuffed-grey, enclosed in the horizon with a plum-purple tinge in the distance; its dim twilight clouds managed to varnish glass skyscrapers and the bustling streets of the city with its tiny, cold flakes of frost. The grandiose decorations that held significance just sixteen days prior, had now become obsolete and would soon to be forgotten and entombed in a vast white sarcophagus. Curious, algid gusts of wind penetrated every nook and cranny of the island from the bleakest alleyways to starstruck boulevards as the people of the city shuffled about. Winter was strangling the concrete jungle and its residents as a pearly moon filled the sky. Urbanites found themselves devastated as they yearned for the bliss and peace of the past. Many were either zealous or tense of what to start and accomplish in their revolutions in the near future. Some were elated by the new changes and new beginnings that started to appear in their present; especially during this night.
   As she reached out for the door handle, heavy and hasty footfalls originated from the metal stairs. The woman stopped in her tracks and jut her head curiously towards the source. As she did, a tall, muscular silhouette appeared; its appearance that of a male that seemed close to his early forties or late thirties.
“Did you forget something?” the figure emitted with a low, husky tone.
While the man started to advance closer to her, he began to pull out an object, that seemed rather blunt in the darkness, out of his sweatshirt pocket. When her back made contact with the door she placed her clammy hands on the handle, prepared to either escape death or greet it face to face. But as the man neared closer to the light, her once irregular heartbeat slowly transformed back into its normal pace as a huge wave of relief came over her when she saw his familiar exterior.  
“Harold, you scared the hell out of me!” She exclaimed in a balmy attitude, wiping her cold sweat from her brow. The five foot four woman approached her chuckling lover and provided him with an affectionate embrace.
“Well, I thought you would’ve recognized me,” he handed out the item he pulled out earlier ago, the woman’s wallet, and gently placed it into her delicate hands. “You forgot this, by the way.” He said with a casual smile.
“Thanks, Hun.” She accepted his generous act and swiveled around to face the worn out metal door once again.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you,” her concerned spouse spoke as if he yearned for her to stay. “You know that it can be dangerous out at night when you’re goin’ out there by yourself.”
“For the thousandth time, Harold, I’ll be fine. I’ve walked here to my job a bunch of times. Thanks for worrying, Hun Bun, but I’ll be fine.”
The partner gave a deep huff of defeat, knowing that no matter how much he attempted to warn her, there was nothing that would sway this woman’s stubborn mind.”Fine, but please be careful out there. I love you, Nancy.”
“I love you too, Harold.” She gave her husband a quick peck on his soft lips and finally exited the building, oblivious to a pair of sapphire eyes that held vague hints of guilt inside observed her every step, every gesture, every word, and every breath until she did her last.