It had been a day like so many others, or so I had thought. All that mattered to me was to get home, to get home to her. To hold her in my arms again.
When I first made my way through the door, it was strangely quiet, something I wasn't quite used or at the very least not recently used to. I would usually find music playing, or the television on, even perhaps a warm greeting waiting for me. Needless to say finding the lights off and the silence a bit unnerving. Navigating my way through the darkness to the kitchen. Flipping the switch, the lights above the counter came to life, and there it lay.
My heart stopped for a moment before my natural defenses kicked in. Turning to put my bag down, my coat over a chair before retrieving a glass. Grabbing a pitcher from the fridge I poured an iced tea, hoping the lone piece of paper wasn't what I thought it was, that it would disappear, that it wasn't really even there.
Alas it was still there when my eye fell upon it once again. Walking over to open the long shades to the terrace. My beautiful city before me, the lights twinkling, alive in their own right. The buildings standing as quiet sentinels. Retrieving the note, taking a seat facing out to view the last few moments of twilight playing over this magical place before night claimed it for another evening.