“Everyone told me that New York wasn’t for me… guess they were right,
It’s not for me. You’re not for me.”
“That’s not what I said…You never let me talk!”
“Whatever.”
“We don’t talk, that’s why this fight is even happening!”
“We talk all the time!”
“You said you wanted to live together! You said you wanted to get married.”
Silence.
Those were lies, he knew it, she knew it.
“I know, I know I said that. But that was the only time I lied to you alright?”
“Do you even think about us living together?”
“Maybe, eventually. I don’t think in terms of time, Rachel. I live in the now.”
“The now?! The now? Well, I’ll tell you what’s happening in ‘the now’, I’m leaving.”
She storms away, he catches her arm
“What does that mean?”
“It  means I’m done.”
She walks away, her hand on the door, his voice echoes across the rooftop
“Do You Love Me?”
She scoffs
“I’m not talking about love on a rooftop in Brooklynn.”
She leaves
He sighs
Collapse.
“Looks like New York wasn’t for me after all.”