Before I Leave Angelika Grays

"Run fast," she said. I looked back. She was sitting on the windowsill again, staring out at the grey city. "Run fast enough that you forget my name."

Angelika was sitting on the windowsill, a cigarette burning between two fingers, watching the storm. She wore a man’s dress shirt that was too big for her, and her bare feet were propped up on the radiator.

"Did you mean it?" I asked. "That night. When you said you loved me."