You were sitting on the kitchen counter, right at the edge, next to the window. Your eyes were tracing on the street in front of you. It was at least 2 am but it didn’t matter. You will be jet lag tomorrow anyways. You were breathing even, just staring at the dark street with the oranges lights. There were a few people and some cars, but in general everything was calm. Calm. As calm as New York could be. You sighed and let your head fall between your shoulders. You really didn’t wanted to leave. That’s why you were siting here, wanting to remember as much as it was possible. You spent four fast, exciting months here in a project and now it was time to go. You shook your head and glared at the closed door at the other side of the kitchen before turning back to the street. You didn’t know how to say goodbye. Not now, not to him.
You had no idea how much time passed, when your could hear the closed door open and quiet footsteps getting closer and closer to you.
‘Are you alright?’ You heard the sleepy yet worried voice in front of you.
‘Yeah. It’s… I can’t sleep.’ You shrugged your shoulder slowly before turning your head to look at Sebastian. You gave yourself a minute to take in the site of his. The messy hair, the kind smile and the worried, sleepy eyes. ‘I can’t leave.’ You sighed.
He didn’t said anything just quietly looked at you, the blue eyes lazily took in your figure. You were wearing some, warm, knitted stockings which ended above your knee, and one of his black shirts, which was way too big for you. Your hair fall over your shoulders softly and your eyes had an unusual glow, as it reflected the lights of the street.
Tetralea 