She stood on the top of the building, her mind was searing, her thoughts scattered. She had a feeling like she had lost something, something that was really dear to her. She let her body slump down against the chimney, she was very aware of how she got there, she had climbed the ladder that was on the side of the building. She was scared of heights, but she was driven by a force inside of her, to get away.

The buzzing of the city, that she was in the middle of, did her little good, she could appreciate the city for what it was but she could never all it home. It was a place, but not a home. 

The sun was rising and she felt how her face was slowly thawing, how the tears that were frozen in her eyes where slowly running down her face.

 She felt tired, she was tired of running, she wanted to go back to bed, to the warm man that was sleeping inside. Let her limbs relax and feel that tranquility she always felt next to him.  Feel his arms wrap around her, the softness of his skin, drawing her closer, that visceral feeling that she was safe, that she could stay. His hands softness against her skin and his breath against her neck. Sometimes she would wake up in the middle of the night and look at him, turn her face against his. Just wait for the sleep to catch up with her while wondering if he knew how she felt, and sometimes she thought he did. Sometimes she almost had let the words slide out, she once did, but maybe he was too drunk to remember, or he choose to never mention it.

But she couldn’t, because he wasn’t alone, someone else was in his bed, sleeping next to him, her arms wrapped around him, their naked bodies emptied out.  A condom wrapper on the floor.

Her thoughts interrupted by a car honking. The sun now flowing over the city that was waking up, she gazed towards the horizon, and she thought she could see mountains, calling for her in the distance. She took a deep breath, it was time to leave, she climbed down, walked into the room, quietly, took her backpack. Looked at the sleeping man wrapped up in his own dreams.

She put her boots on and started walking, the mountains had been calling for too long now and she sort of knew the way. 

The landscape around her changed, the mountains rolled around her, and the glaicers glimmered at the horizon. She set down camp by a lake, resting her head on the roots of the knotted roots of birches, breathing in the scent of moss and campfire. If it was late she couldn't tell, the sun was still far from setting. She fell asleep, and when she woke up, she was wrapped in his arms, and his hand rested on her hand.

His eyes met hers, and he just simply said. "I missed you" and she fell asleep again.