I watch the city's night lights awaken, skyscrapers glowing as they illuminate everything in their path.
I took a last drag from my cigar when I heard my phone ding. I pressed the tip into the ashtray on the coffee table before taking my phone.
Agatha replied to my message.
I stared hard at it before dropping my phone on the table, eyeing the city. To outsiders, it's a place where dreams are made, having no idea what really lurks. It wasn't just about dreams and big city life that everyone wanted a taste of. It was twisted, rotten, but in the end, you're drawn by it because there were parts you never truly see until you do.
I leveled my gaze at Catherine in my arms, completely knocked out and exhausted, her breath coming off light and soft. The feeling of her heartbeat pulsing against my skin.
She was one of those who came to this city to make her dreams come true. She kept pushing even in the worst of situations just to have that taste.
