~Dylan~
New York. One city but a thousand meanings for the different people who have taken residence seven hundred and eighty-three square kilometres space. The city is unpredictable while the people in itself try to live the most predictable lives especially in the small expanse of the densely populated Manhattan. There is so much about New York that urges me to feel different emotions although I cannot seem to remember that primal feeling that I had felt when I had been new to the city. The weather is luke-warm, unexpected since it is the month of December and winter should ideally be upon us already.
“You have been looking better,” Aiden comments, joining me as I take the stairs to the federal building. I shrug, my hands shoved into my pant pockets as punch my finger for entry.
