Seemed like Anna's voice sneaked into his subconscious. As a speaker.
"What do my friends have to do with that?" Ed had no idea why his friends must be always mentioned in a negative way.
"It's about who you, and who they are."
Who're they. Really? What does she know about them?
From the start: breath, one, two.
Take John, for example: the guy put a lot of work and money into his pub. It was his life's goal and it never did matter who his parents were - billionaires or working men.
Emmet screwed the so-called rules and started a record label. Isn't that all cool?
What about Ed himself… World won't stop turning, even if he drops the business right here right now.
They'll keep holding the meetings, the conferences. That won't affect the people in that circle, no. They've been queening it and they aren't ever going to stop.
Just inside Ed always knew, that this was never truly his home world.
He stopped at the traffic light. He found himself already outside
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of the park. He could run around the block one more time and then head back to the hotel. The light's still red. No cars, can afford to break the law here.
Breath, one, two.
Yesterday, for the first time in here he met a person who wasn't pretending. She was just herself. Approached him, started a chat. She reminded him of Anna in the beginning, when they just met each other. Back then, she was exactly like that girl - spright, not messy. Without all fake gloss. That sounded good as a note.
At least, Ed used to think Anna was like that.
"Your behavior disgust me."
What's going on? Did it start snowing?
She didn't mean that day. Why did she even say this? Anna used to get along with Emmet, even with John. Well, John never actually liked her. But it takes time to understand him.
There, there it was - Anna used to understand Ed.
He stopped in front of the hotel doors and firmly pulled the phone from his pocket. He has to call her. Things can not be left as they are now.