He watched as the most perfect girl he’d ever known walked down the hall and out of his life forever. He was in an abandoned house- the house that he first met her in. The house was surrounded by an aura of tragedies- deaths, suicides, all that good stuff. The particular room he was in was the room that they first met in. They were both with two different groups of people who set them both up four years ago. The room was empty and unlit, except for a Coleman lamp on a table that conquered the middle of the room. Only one chair was at the table, and it was pulled away and overturned.

Four years ago they had started dating. The best four years of his life. Sure they'd had their ups and downs, but what relationship hasn't? She was leaving forever, chasing a dream.

He knew that it was going to happen, but that didn't soften the blow. He turned, brushed his jet black hair away from his eyes, and leaned on the table, resting his head in his hands. Tears erupted from his eyes, dancing down his cheeks and suicidally jumping to the table below. She didn't even kiss him goodbye.



Leaving hurt like hell, but it had to be done. She stepped outside. The cold winter night air bit at her exposed skin. Jeans and a white spaghetti strap shirt wasn't ideal winter wear. Snow danced from the night sky and landed in her long, elegant brown hair.

Frozen tears streamed down her cheeks.

She climed into her car, tears blurring her vision. As much as it hurt her to leave everything behind, it still had to be done. She drove away, never looking back.



6 Years Later

He strode down the street through snow and stampedes of other people in suits like his with briefcases in one hand and a cell phone in the other, just like him. Everyone in New York looked the same to him.

He was here on a business trip. His job was stressful and it showed. He was balding early at 25, and his black hair was slowly thinning.

He walked on until he reached a theatre. A lit sign above it advertised that the musical "Chicago" was in town. He'd seen it when he was younger. He could barely remember it.

On the stairs leading up to the theatre stood a tall woman. Alone. Stunning. Her long brown hair was pulled back, away form her face, except for two strands hanging down each side of her face to her chin. She wore a long black dress that hung to her ankles. The dress was split up the left leg. She had a glass orb attached to a chain hanging down her neck.

She must be freezing, he though. Suddenly her face clicked in his memory and he knew exactly who she was. Exactly how he remembered her. He had never gotten over her, though he'd been with multiple partners since she left.

A younger man with dark hair and a suit like his walked up to her. He put his hand around her waist and kissed her. Long and hard. The man put his arm around her and turned, walking with her down the stairs. She looked back over her shoulder at him. He knew that she recognized him. She looked back forward and walked in the opposite direction, the other mans arm still around her.

He watched as the most perfect girl he'd ever known walked down the street and out of his life forever.