Part 4A - will it rain today?
'by that sin fell the angels'
There in front of a non discript building just off broadway,where the city lights were blured by the rain and the sound of water splashing on the street could be heard, silent tears were cried. Sat on a stoop, vainly trying to push away the memories that it brought, but only further deepening my sorrow, as I remained seated this evening mourning the loss of a fallen angel.
The rain eases up, its fine though I don't need it to disguise my feelings, the tears have stopped for now. Glancing behind me, the party's still going, the incidents of earlier tonight forgotten,it's only the ones that know there was something more to that punch get hurt.
There are footsteps behind me on the stoop, the all too firmilar scent of his aftershave filling my nostils, and that unmistakably voice.
'Humphrey?'
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