I stepped out of the recreational center and breathed in deeply the smell of the musty, polluted city air. It certainly wasn’t as refreshing as Marc Jacobs perfume, but it had become my constant—it had become my home. I had grown, over the course of five years, to adore the hazy city. I couldn’t deny I missed the freshness of my small town, but I wouldn’t go back. It would be too suffocating for one.
Plus, I had built a good life for myself here. I had went to university and took a four year physiotherapy course, and had been working as one for nearly ten months. I worked at the local recreational centre, aiding teenagers and young adults; some not much younger than me. It felt strange to be a little older, although I would never want to go back to my youth.
I was twenty-three, set to tu
