Her pov.

He’s probably crashing out. But I am too, maybe in a different way but it’s the same thing and whatsoever. I’m currently sitting above one of new york’s tallest buildings. I have the best view—and the sun was setting. Perfect.

He’s calling me over and over but I’m too out of it. I don’t feel like talking, I’m pissed off, actually. So, first, I’m getting high. I had three joints rolled up. And I smoked them. Now? I’m high over the clouds.

And then it’s raining, I’m smiling up at the sky because this is exactly what I’m feeling, the sun was shining beautifully, then it set, then it rained when it was clear. God, I love nature. I let out a soft sigh and now, now I’m drinking.

His pov.

I think I may, or may not be going insane—Oh, I absolutely fucking am. I can’t find her, I’ve been married to her for two fucking years, and everytime she’s mad, she’s at a different place.

It was a minor disagreement, there was this woman, my ex to be exact. She was talking to me in a party we were at. My wife told me she’s flirting, I said it’s nothing. We’re over that.

Suddenly—she kisses me, and I love, love, love when she gets mad. Her hand was thrown to her hair and the girl was at her feet in a heartbeat.

I don’t interrupt because my ex? That was a bitch move, I’m glad I pushed her off in time. Her face was a mess by the time she was done with her. Then? Then she’s gone.

I’ve been calling her nonstop, even got my bestfriend nick trying to track her ass down, but no use. She’s smart. She’ll show up when she feels like it. And I’m so fucked, because I’m desperate. I need to see her. Now.