new york, new york

chapter 30

I did look back. My room was clean and fresh. Some shirts were folded on the bed, books on the table, like I would still be staying there. But my life was ahead of me. I had sneaked out of the party when Brian announced that we would stay over. I assumed it would take at least two hours of them to realize that I was missing. I dialed the number.
-Don�t drive in, stay at the gate. Don�t horn, I�ll be there waiting.

On the table were four white envelopes names on them. One for every Boy and their families. And one CD. It was empty. I hadn�t found any song to that situation. And it told so clearly: I have nothing to say to you. I looked back one more time, took my bags and left.

My walking was little dizzy, too much punch for me maybe. All kind of feelings were rolling over me. I felt free, happy, sad, even miserable. But I still kept walking. Taxi was already waiting for me. Guards at the gate let me out without no hesitation. That had been my point with going around alone.

Uncountable hours later I was standing on the door of a stale hotel room. As I knocked on the door I started crying for the first time after I had closed the door behind me.

But this door was opened by Peter. He looked at me once and came to hug me.
-Don�t cry. You�re at home now.

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