Aaron climbed the stairs to her 8th floor apartment for the last time. He opened the door and found Anne standing in the middle of a tower of boxes and tissue paper with her hands on her hips.
"Hi."
He approached as she backed away, until she was trapped against the window. His coat was wet with rain and she pealed it back from his shoulders. It fell to the floor. She pressed three fingers into the middle of his heaving chest. Her eyelids closed, squeezing silent tears down her cheeks. Aaron followed the tributaries softly with his lips.
Goodbye bye bye. She scratched "New York" with black sharpie on box after box.
And she suddenly felt relief that she was getting out.
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