I wanted to slap myself to throw myself into action. I wasn’t sure how yet, but I couldn’t fail him. Nate was vanishing with the tick of the clock, and I had to help him. How long did he think he could pretend everything was going to be fine?ĭad taught me to only believe what could be proved by science, but this lulled me into a state of denial. I couldn’t believe Nate had planned to hide the stain on his back from me. Unfortunately, I was aware that ignoring a problem wasn’t likely to make it go away. I had to give myself a break or I was going to start losing my mind. I had to start blocking any thoughts of Nate. And knowing that Nate was just across the wall only enhanced the feeling. This must be the big city syndrome where you can feel so alone amongst so many people. We were so close, but at the same time, so far. It was as though we were sitting across from each other. The room was dark, but the reflection of the computer screen lit up his face. In one of the apartments opposite, a man was sitting by the window, typing on a laptop. Cars jammed around Columbus Circle, and no one thought twice about leaning on the horn, even though it was past midnight. The traffic was as dense as rush hour in downtown L.A.
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