Faking it | Brightwin

Wait, ghosts don't snore.

I couldn't comprehend anything else but the words

"your room"

"your room"

"YOUR ROOM"

echoed into my mind while I blindly followed the two men in front of me.it's going to be a disaster.

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All I had wished for this trip was peace of mind WITHOUT bright. But the last 24 hours have proved me wrong. I had to take a freakishly long and irritating flight sitting beside the man I hate, controlling myself from bursting a vein, having the flight diverted due to a goddamn storm and Bright losing his luggage and here we are now, walking towards our room(s) but I have this feeling inside me, a pit forming that the bad things aren't coming to an end but it's the beginning.

 If there are any gods here listening to me, please hear my cry and get me away from Bright, I want to have two separate rooms, one for him and one for me. I had heard the receptionist saying she was getting our suite ready, I just hope that are two suites not one.

".....Here you go sir, your key" I hear the bellman handing Bright the key as we entered the only suite. "Uhm excuse me," I said "Where is my room?" Please god, PLEASE. The Bellman looked at me uncomfortably confused he then looked at Bright who was just as eager to hear him answer the question. "We're sorry Sir, This was the only Unit left in our hotel and as the situation seems, there isn't any available room around this area at the moment" His eyes flickered between me and Bright with an apologetic look. "But don't worry Sir the bed here is King size and it's huge enough to fit you two..."

 You have got to be kidding me...

 "That's all, thank you" I hear Bright see him off while I made my way towards the living room. The suite was beautiful, there's no lie in that but the given situation wasn't very suitable for me to be admiring the beauty of the room. I thought, okay I'd take the sofa... 

until...

 there were two, single couch chairs

 SINGLE!

 Oh god, please tell me this is a nightmare and I am still in my apartment and none of this had happened. I go and explore the rest of the suite. First things first, the suite is indescribably huge and beautiful. Indeed as the Bellman mentioned, the bedroom had one huge bed, absolutely ginormous. The walls were painted black with huge mirrors covering every inch. In front of the bed, there was a huge floor-to-wall window connecting to the balcony. The room was as majestic as it could be; minimalist, elegant and exquisite.

 There was a huge shower area which was separated from a huge toilet which seemed to be designed for two people. It was also beautifully furnished. All of that, coupled with the king-size bed, I felt like some kind of princess in one of those Disney movies. It felt surreal. For some reason, I never felt more relaxed or content. But then again I'm hit with the reality as I walk back into the main living room, greeted by a grumpy Bright.

 I try to find a network as I make my way to the beautiful kitchen. The kitchen island had a fully stocked fruit basket with pears, strawberries, mandarins and some peaches. I opened the fridge only to find some drinks and water. I check the cabinets and there was absolutely nothing. We had a stove, utensils and cutlery but nothing to cook. I grab a peach, wash it and plop myself over on one of the sofas and try to find Bright. I finally found him standing over the sink, washing his face and the coffee that got spilt over earlier.