Petrichor;Smell of dust after rain.
It was just like any other day, or should I say any other rainy day. The sky stained with somber grays and explosive porphyrous hues and the howling wind running about. The scene, to be completed, had big fat droplets of rain pouring down, soaking all of Manhattan. Lots of things have happened here in Manhattan. Great big complicated things, things where even I, myself, couldn't make heads or tails of. Things that I haven't quiet come to grips with, things where I may never come to grips with. Because if I don't ever come to grips with it or ever say it out loud then I can pretend that it never happened. But that's okay, I would like to think that there's is a lot of things that I don't know or just not recognize, not just of Manhattan, but of the whole world, the whole universe, the whole Galaxy!
So here I am, standing on top of a ledge on the Empire State Building, getting soaked to the bone, like some-some mad woman. Huh, that's me in a nutshell; a mad woman. But this time without my mad man. I shakily took a deep breath, letting the crisp scent of fresh rain water blended in with my soundless salty tears wash over me. I mustn't think of him, not now, not anymore. I'm better off without going completely berserk right now. Because that's what'll happen if I continue on torturing myself of thoughts of...HIM.
I gazed down at the wonderful busy city, thousands of dull colored umbrellas millin' about on this cold dreary day. Everyone having a purpose, everyone knowing where to go, everyone just living their lives. But not me, nope never me. I Closed my eyes balancing myself on the edge of the ledge and just for those seconds, those tiny precious seconds I imagined. Imagined that I was down there with the people, Imagining hearing the hustle and bustle that was-is Manhattan. Hearing the people chattering away on their mobiles, just talking about about anything and everything. Imagining that I would hear all of them living their lives. But then I open my eyes, and all I see is the stormy sight of the sky before me, to the blurry bird eye view of the people and reality crashes around me. I am not down there, and I am not hearing them living. I am stuck up here, by myself with nothing but the aching hole in my chest reminding me of what I lost and the fleeting warmth that was escaping through the window I broke to get onto the ledge. The shards of the broken an off-white stained glass shredding my bare feet. I turned my head towards the thundering angry sky, my eyes narrowed from the rain, but my head cooled. Cooled to the point of where everything is indistinct and blank.
Suddenly, like a light switch, there was a loud ringing in my ears, you know the kind of ringing you get when you're in shock. To make it all the more worse my insides felt so freezing in that instant, my hands felt shaky but my face clammy with sweat and...