BEcause I like you~

smile when you see me, smile at me

Home, sweet home. ...At least for the next couple of weeks.

You sigh in relief as the door shuts behind you.

I think I'm done interacting with people other than Y/P/N. I don't know what's up with me, but it certainly isn't good.

You let your hand wander to your back pocket, and you pull out the tiny ring box.

Are my self doubts manifesting into some desire for other people? Is that why my heart is betraying my mind?

You walk away from the doorframe, and into the main part of the hotel room. You clutch the ring box close to your heart as you observe the room.

That's where you'll always be, my love. Near and dear to my heart.

It's a simple hotel room, which contradicts the grand lobby and exquisite exterior of the building. A heavy quilt covers the single queen-sized bed in the middle of the room. Right across from the bed, on the other wall, is a dresser with a TV positioned above it. To the left of the bed is a wooden nightstand with a lamp sitting on top. To the right of the bed is a bookshelf that is filled with books that look both new and old. A desk with a computer and office chair sits in one corner of the room, and in all of the other corners are fake houseplants.

Those plants almost look real. They really took the time to perfect every detail in this place.

A few abstract paintings are scattered across all four walls. Adjacent to you is the bathroom door, and parallel to you at the other end of the room is a door that leads to a balcony. You let your feet carry you to the balcony door; however, you stop yourself.

I've got to set this ring down. It's such a heavy weight on my body, heart, and mind. I fear that carrying it around isn't doing me any good.

You quickly make your way over to the nightstand, and you open the drawer. You set the ring down before placing all of your personal possessions that are on you in the drawer. You then hide the ring amidst your personal items before shutting the drawer.

Hopefully they won't look through my stuff when they get here. ...Huh, I wonder how they're going to get here if they don't know the room number.

Wondering if you should go look for Y/P/N, you glance back at the door.

I'll probably get lost again. It's no use if we both get lost in this place. I'm better off staying here and hoping that another nice traveler like Handong will help them out.

You recall the memory of Handong as you shut your eyes. Her blonde hair and simplistic white dress stick out most in your mind.

She was quite dressed up for someone who doesn't work here? I wonder if she's always like that. Maybe she was dressed up for some special occasion?

A pit forms in your stomach at the thought, and you open your eyes.

That means that I could've made Handong late for something. I'll definitely have to thank her for going out of her way to help me. She must be a regular, since she knows this place pretty well.

You continue your stride to the balcony, and you open the door in front of you. A blast of cold air hits you as you step through the door frame.

It's colder than I thought it would be. I'll have to grab a jacket from our luggage when I can bring it up here.

You hum as you walk towards the edge of the fencing. The balcony itself contains only two lawn chairs and a small table in between them. There's barely enough room for you to maneuver through, since the balcony is a quarter of the size of your room.