CALISTA'S P.O.V
When it's your first time leaving a state you've been trapped in all your life, you tend to be giddy.
Being nearly twenty-three years old doesn't stop your excitement; in a way, it only adds to it. I pressed my face to the window like an overgrown toddler the second Roman's plane touched down.
“We're headed to Manhattan now.” I hear Roman speak over the phone as the chauffeur drives, I don't pay him much attention. How could I when I'm seeing the streets of New York for the first time in my life?
Busy streets, busier people. There were honks of different cars and rushing footsteps; everyone was headed somewhere; they didn't even seem to care about the next person. Voices loud, murmuring, cursing, laughing.
A heartbeat of people and beautiful chaos.
A dull ache prick
