The door to the rooftop creaked open and Anna stepped out, a folded yoga mat under her arm and Jason's jacket still around her.
The cool air brushed against her neck and cheeks, tousling the strands of her hair around her face.
She stepped further out, noting how quiet it really was up here, the hum of the city below coming from afar.
It felt like she was floating from above, watching life go on. Everything seemed small from up here but beautiful.
The muted lights from the street, from the surrounding apartment buildings—each window aglow, life moving on behind them.
She shut her eyes, tilted her head back and let the wind wash over her, a smile curving her lips.
The air up here felt fresher and lighter. She inhaled deeply, the first real breath she’d taken all day.
She'd been
