their self-sacrifice, so deluded and young.
Perhaps it was for the best, after all. No telling what could happen in months or years if they'd kept going in such grandly deluded fashion.
She left the train at Grand Central, getting lost in the bustle of the crowd, not worrying if her ticket was lost, or if her things were stolen. This was a new start, and new starts could accommodate misfortune and loss in ways that comfortable lifestyles could not. She wandered aimlessly on the marbled floors, dancing back and forth in between the tiles. A few people gave her strange stares, but she didn't return them.
Her problem, she thought as she paced, was precisely that - she thought too much. She'd thought too much of Michael before she married him, and was too eager to please him to be a very good wife.
Resolution number one. Think less.
With her one meager bag of possessions in hand, she checked herself into a hotel in downtown New York indefinitely, casually handing over Michael's money in the form of plastic to the worker manning the front desk, not bothering with civilities, taking the hotel key and locking herself into her room after putting up the privacy sign. It smelled of damp and cigarettes. She threw open the curtains and stepped onto the narrow balcony overlooking the city.
City. What a foreign concept it had been.
Perhaps it was for the best, after all. No telling what could happen in months or years if they'd kept going in such grandly deluded fashion.
She left the train at Grand Central, getting lost in the bustle of the crowd, not worrying if her ticket was lost, or if her things were stolen. This was a new start, and new starts could accommodate misfortune and loss in ways that comfortable lifestyles could not. She wandered aimlessly on the marbled floors, dancing back and forth in between the tiles. A few people gave her strange stares, but she didn't return them.
Her problem, she thought as she paced, was precisely that - she thought too much. She'd thought too much of Michael before she married him, and was too eager to please him to be a very good wife.
Resolution number one. Think less.
With her one meager bag of possessions in hand, she checked herself into a hotel in downtown New York indefinitely, casually handing over Michael's money in the form of plastic to the worker manning the front desk, not bothering with civilities, taking the hotel key and locking herself into her room after putting up the privacy sign. It smelled of damp and cigarettes. She threw open the curtains and stepped onto the narrow balcony overlooking the city.
City. What a foreign concept it had been.
