can you imagine though? atiqah had come to new york, so i went to her hotel in times square to meet her. i took the subway uptown, walked numbly past the lights of times square, found her hotel, took the elevator to the fifth floor, peeled off my scarf because it was warm inside. the elevator door opened; i stepped outside and was immediately at the corridor. disoriented, i turned to the left, and there, at the other end of the corridor, stood atiqah in her leather jacket. it was just the two of us.

we stood looking at each other for a while. we haven’t seen each other in a while.

“Belle, you made it,” were her first words.

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