C55 Sunday Morning

I stand in front of my glass window, looking out at the city in a twilight. Tom requests to meet me tonight, at a hotel, and I know where our relationship will go if I meet him.

I sigh. I feel the conflicting thoughts as if it is a physical weight on my shoulders. I have to make a choice: Meet Tom to take another step on our relationship. Or return to Liam.

I press my palm against the glass