One Night in Gotham

As the door opens there is a cry from within. Under the illumination of the street light the fog looked more like a mist. I waited… nothing. I could feel the cold air rub across my face as if death had caressed me with the back of its hand. The silence leaves me victim to the screams inside my head. Without the world to distract me from myself I have only minutes before…well, we won’t get into that. Hope is all I have now, love is what I’ve lost. Awake again at 2 am with the silence. Only this time I laugh. As the walls around me caress me as I long to be warmed the cry returns. I know now that I can never return, I can never come back. This is the untold story of my one night in gotham.

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