After The War I Went Back To New York นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Then we meet Brick outside Albany. From there, we go home." “Home,” I repeated. That was a dangerous word, and a hopeful one as well. I closed my eyes and held him tighter. Whatever waited for us in New York, Hawk, Vienna, Snake, the whole damn cartel, they wouldn’t know what hit them. We weren’t running anymore, we were coming back to finish the war.

I didn’t smile back. The war wasn’t over. It had just changed shape.

she gestured at the table Johnny served his mother an extra piece of chicken. “You always say that. It's like an anthem to you. If it was as you say, why haven't you returned till now? To think that you only hastened your return because you were eager to see your daughter in law and not because you didn't like that place” Johnny accused Didi laughed. “Because it’s true. And well, yes. I love New York. It's a lively city. You can't blame me. I like to be where the fun is”

I had been that exhausted. After I was ready for the day I left my room. I wanted to go train but couldn't. There was no more training since the war was over. So I had nothing to do. My friends have gone back to the barracks so I was alone. After eating I wandered the halls. Passing smiling servants and relaxed guards. The war was over, everybody was happy. But something still tugs at the back of my mind. I had been targeted then. Would I stop being a target now that the war was over or would the person still persists?

“He’s going to need it.” I looked out the window. The feeling I had when I first landed in New York after my hiatus was so much worse. It felt like I was being suffocated. I was homesick. Homesick for my wife and my boy. A few days of being with them was all it took.

61 : "New" New 61 T A T E When I got back to my apartment in New York, I was tired and drained. The second I arrived home, I dropped my things and went to sleep on top of my couch. I was that tired to think I slept the entire hours during our flight back here in New York. I was glad that I'm hope, I miss civilization and phone signal and Internet and Monique. Even though Machu Picchu was a truly a beautiful place to visit, I still can't help it not to miss New York City.

“If you leave now, you could be in New York this evening. The board will want you in the room.” I looked at the bench, the park, the quiet street lined with trees beginning to bend in the wind. Then I looked at the school again. The image of Leo’s high-five with Julian came back to me. And something in me shifted. Going back to New York felt like returning to the old life. The one where every problem became a fight, every fight became a performance, and every performance dragged Aria further into the crossfire. I had just told Julian I wanted to start from zero.

But now, it was time to return home to New York. As we drove back to the city, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within me. There was something about being in the heart of New York that always filled me with excitement. The hustle and bustle of the streets, the towering skyscrapers that reached up to touch the sky – it was a place where anything was possible. When we finally arrived home, I couldn't suppress the smile that spread across my face as I took in the familiar sights and sounds of the city. It was good to be back, to return to the hustle and bustle of everyday life.

His hand covered mine big and warm thumb stroking my knuckles. "You ready to go back to New York?" he asked quietly. I sighed resting my cheek on his shoulder. "Honestly no," I said. "I love my friends there. I love the career I built. But if I’m being truthful with myself I’d rather be anywhere else. New York feels like a graveyard of memories. Good ones that hurt now. Bad ones that still cut. I’m scared the second I step foot in that city all the trauma will rush back and swallow me whole."

We flew back to Maplewood on Sunday evening, and by Monday morning, it felt like the New York trip had been a dream. Except it wasn't. Because Enzo was still texting me constantly, still making me smile at my phone like an idiot, still making plans to see me every spare moment he had. "You're glowing again," Maya observed on Tuesday afternoon. I was restocking the romance section, ironic, considering my life had apparently become one. "I am not glowing." "You are. You've been glowing since you got back from New York. So spill. What happened?"