'Imagine this,' he told her one night as they sat on the roof, something they often did together, in perfectly comfortable silence after a dreadfully tiring day, just absorbing each other's presence, knowing they wouldn't have it for much longer. A couple hours until her flight to wherever she was headed next for her show, and with bidding her goodbye, even he would shut off his loving side to the world and be the person that his work required him to be– and more often than not, it was cruel and ruthless and uncaring.
'Imagine what?' She asked in return, tearing her eyes away from the city lights ahead of her.
'Some day, you wouldn't have to leave,' he told her, serious.
'What?' She laughed.
'Some day, you wouldn't have to leave,' he repeated himself, 'You wouldn't have to catch a fli
