Petrichor;Smells of dust after rain. It was just like any other day, or should I say any other rainy day. The sky was tinged with dark grays and explosive porphyritic shades and the howling wind ran here and there. To complete the scene, big, fat droplets of rain would fall, soaking all of Manhattan. A lot has happened here in Manhattan. Big and complicated things, things that even I myself couldn't make heads or tails of. Things I haven't been able to deal with yet, things I may never be able to deal with. Because if I can never face it or never say it out loud, then I can pretend it never happened. But that's okay, I like to think that there are a lot of things I don't know or just don't recognize, not just about Manhattan, but about the whole world, the whole universe, the whole Galaxy! So here I was, standing on top of a ledge of the Empire State Building, soaked to the bone, like a crazy person. Eh, in a nutshell it's me; a crazy woman. But this time without my crazy. Trembling, I took a deep breath, letting the crisp scent of fresh rain water mixed with my silent salty tears wash over me. I don't have to think about him, not now, not anymore. I'm better off not going completely crazy right now. Because that's what will happen if I continue to torture myself thinking about... HIM. I looked at the wonderful bustling city, thousands of dull-colored umbrellas crowding together on this cold, dreary day. Everyone has a purpose, everyone knows where to go, everyone just lives their life. But not me, no never me. I closed my eyes while balancing on the edge of the ledge and just for those seconds, those tiny precious seconds I imagined. I imagined I was down... in the center of the paper... off a ledge, like I had never jumped and there was no glass biting my feet tearing my skin the window didn't even look like it had been broken in with a key rusty. And this time he was there hugging me. This time it wasn't raining anymore; the goldenrod sun smiled upon the world, instead of hiding like before, with bright cream clouds hanging lazily in the sky. I laughed softly at this paradoxical miracle; it worked, damn it, it worked! In her liquid, velvety voice she told me with a sweet, warm smile that promised tight embraces when the hard blue that is sad comes crashing down on me, promising me warm summer days and nights, and freezing winter days and nights. in winter, and hard spring and autumn days and nights of unconditional love, incessant adoration and unbreakable trust “Welcome back”. My eyes shone with joyful, disbelieving tears.