Snow in Manhattan

Hello, all! I'm back! *Que corny música and fanfare* For those of you who don't know who I am, my name, as you can see, is Amphitrite, but you can all call me Amph. I've been up on Olympus, but I've decided to make my return, and let me tell you, I'm mais than a little upset. Why? Well, I've been on this spot from the very beginning, and I think of it the way someone would think of their child. I helped shape it, I amor it, and mais than anything I want to be proud of it...but right now, I'm not very proud....rules have gone unheeded, respect is nil, and well, it just looks crappy...totally...

An excerpt from:
Who am I?

Summary: You are lonely and scared and just can't bring yourself to care anymore. But you do and he doesn't, which makes your coração hurt even more.
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"Leave, please, just . . . leave." You look around, with tearful eyes and try not to meet his.

He tries to catch your attention; tries to place a hand on your shoulders, but you shake him off stiffly, a look of deep regret on your face.

His mouth opens, as if he is about to speak, but he quickly closes it just as fast, a ghost of a forced smile flitting across his lips. You give him a moment; you want...