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  • She watches as he sips his second cup of coffee and types away on his computer. Sighing she rolls over and pulls the covers to her chest covering her bare breasts. The sun is peaking through the curtains and the city below begins to creak as it wakes from its short slumber. Then the loud sound of a siren breaks the morning's silence and the moment is gone. She can no longer hold back the tears that fall from her eyes and roll down her cheeks onto the pillow. She has never felt so alone.
    It seemed like only yesterday when they met and fell madly in love. It seemed like yesterday when he couldn't stop touching her and looked at her in a way no other man had ever looked at her. Her friends were envious. His friends were envious. She knew he would give her the world if she would wear his ring. He swore he would give her the moon if she would marry him. All would envy. Envy their love. Envy their lust. Envy their wealth. All would envy. And now she sits alone day and night listening to the energy and life of the city outside her window. Watching. That's all she does now. She watches others live the life she hoped to have. Her friends no longer call. He no longer comes home. All would envy.
    She listens to their song and longs for the days when he would take her by her hand and dance with her. Smiling and laughing as the city lights flickered like candles. Nothing else mattered. All would envy. Now she craves to be touched and cries to be looked at. All would envy. Alone in a city of millions.The clock ticks on the wall.
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