Tord
It was Tord who found the note waiting for him in Tom's empty hotel room. When he had still not heard from Tom the morning after sending him so many texts and voice mails, he canceled his clients' appointment and took a taxi to the hotel where Tom was staying. He knew his train back from Birmingham was scheduled for that morning, so he would wait for him, but hours later, when Tom still hadn't returned, Tord- full of worry- talked the receptionist into letting him in.
As the electronic key card opened the door, Tord held his breath, scared of what he might find. Inside, the room was empty and tidy, but the bin was full. Crammed along with cigarette packets and minibar bottles were scraps and scraps of paper, curled up into tight balls, having been tossed away.
The security man stood by the wide-open window looking puzzled. While the breeze violently blew the curtains back and forth, it did little to take away the smell of stale smoke that clung to the material. "He'll be fined for that," the man mumbled in broken english. Tord glanced around the room and eventually spotted the sealed envelope which sat atop the pillow on the neatly made bed. He felt a sudden chill from the wind when he recognized his name and the handwriting, then held his breath as he dashed to the window and looked to the concrete roof of the building below.
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The One
Random!¡TomTord!¡ If a DNA swab could find your soulmate, would you take the test? This story proves that even with science behind it, the course of true love never runs smooth.
