You were now passing corner 8 and 14 of avenue in the new york, in your yellow taxi, the neon billbords were covering sun that was going down beyond the horizon, you slowly get out of the taxi near to the central park. The place where you and Alex always had been meeting. You thought.

As you were passing the people through the bridge, you saw him... Alex. What was he doing here? You though he moved away from the New York, everything felt unreal what made you rush to him.