She stopped, the world whizzing by. The rooftop was silent and set apart from the city noise below. Lights gleamed in every direction, stretching out to the water. It felt distant enough. It felt perfect.
"I'm here," she spoke softly. The words slipped out, tainted with a hint of fear. No answer came floating back out of the warm night air, as expected. There was nothingness. "I'm here," she said again, still waiting. "I'm ready." Still nothing. She walked towards the middle of the roof and stretched up on tip-toes, face lifted to the sky.
The sudden screech of a horn from the street startled her. Heart racing, and anger rising, she cleared her throat and spoke a third time.
"Here I am," she said, altering the phrase. The silence faded and every city noise seemed present again. Honking, music, the blurred rumble of a thousand voices. The purity of the atmosphere was lost as fast as breaking glass. She sighed.
"Why do you never seem to be here?"
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