You look down. You're standing on top of the Empire State Building. They thought you wanted to go to NYC for a break, but really this was your only reason. He was out trying to reserve a table, and thought you were at the hotel. He was so wrong. You pull one leg up, trying to clear the railing, and stop. Why was he reserving that table? Did he really love you? Then you put one foot back, stepping away from the rail. Because, they had to love you too, right? They had paid for the whole trip, because they knew what you went through. And then you put the other foot back, thinking that you had seen her jealous looks, she didn't hate you, she was jealous. And your friend had to love you too, she had found the razors and literally banged them with a hammer. You take a few more steps back, then then around and run. But then you turn back. You could've sworn you saw something. A person, surrounded by a light glow. But it's gone now. You go back to the hotel. He walks in and sees you crying. He sets down the fraps and box of chocolate. "What's wrong?" He asked. You look up at him. "I was saved by an angel."
