It was autumn again in New York, and the city never looked so colorful in those warm shades of red and brown. To Cathy, this autumn was the most beautiful she had ever seen since she moved to the city, perhaps because she was looking at each leaf falling down with the eyes of a person in love. The days spent with Andrew were blissful, sweet like a fake honeymoon (a second one, but just as good) and she simply couldn’t get enough of him. She was happy, that was obvious to everyone around her, but something that truly amazed her was how happy he seemed to be as well. Sometimes they would dress up in latex and leather and dance until the sunrise in huge alternative parties where the music was too loud for anyone to talk, just the way Andrew liked. Sometimes they would have their friends over
