PULSE [H.S]

091

"There is an ocean of silence between us... and I am drowning in it." — Ranata Suzuki

I don't want to get out of the car.

We found a motel on the side of the road to stay at for the night. It doesn't look like anything special, but it seems better than what I was expecting to find on the side of a road in the middle of nowhere.

We haven't gotten out of the car yet because it is absolutely downpouring. The sound of the rain is so loud, it's like the raincloud is only inches above us.

"This is going to suck," I say as we stare at the motel entrance, still not moving.

He says, "Yep. Ready?"

I nod, and we jump out into the rain. We sprint across the parking lot as fast as we can, the water from puddles splashing up at us as we run. It wasn't a long distance, but we are both completely drenched as we make it into the lobby. You would think we just got out of a pool.

The lady at the front desk looks at us with wide eyes as we drip water throughout the lobby.

Harry says, "Do you have any rooms available?"

"Yes," the lady nods. "What are you looking for?"

Harry says, "A two-bed, for tonight."

"We don't have any doubles, but we have several single queen beds available," she replies after typing and clicking at stuff on her screen.

Of course, they only have rooms with one bed.

Am I living in a fucking rom-com?

Harry looks at me, raising his eyebrows. I shrug, letting him know I'm fine with it. We don't really have an option, as the alternative would involve having to drive somewhere else in this weather.

Harry says, "We'll take it."

He pays for the room, and the lady gives us the key. She also says that she'll have extra towels sent to our room, which makes me laugh.

Since the place is a motel, we have to go outside again to get to our room. And of course, our room is one of the furthest doors from the lobby. I follow close behind Harry as we run through the rain again. It's kind of exhilarating to run in the rain. We are both laughing as we make it to the room, and Harry opens the door.

The room is nice—or nice enough, at least. It's small, but we don't need much. We don't even have any stuff, so all we really need is a bed to sleep on. I realize now that we are both soaking wet and have no clothes or literally any belongings with us.

Harry looks at both of us, realizing the same thing. He says, "I might have something in the car. I'll be right back."

He leaves the room, and when he returns a few minutes later, he has a small black bag in his hands. He opens the bag, pulling out a spare set of dry clothes.

"You should've told me to pack extra clothes," I joke, and he laughs. I say, "Do you always have that in your car?"

He nods, "Yeah. Sometimes my clothes get a little...dirty."

I wince when I realize what he means. I guess if you have a violent job, you have to be prepared to get a little dirty sometimes.

Harry tosses me the t-shirt from the bag. He says, "You can wear that." I stare at the shirt, in disbelief that I have to wear this, and only this. He says, "Or stay in your wet clothes and freeze, that's fine too."

I roll my eyes at him and go to change in the bathroom. I dry my hair a little with a towel, wishing that I had a brush. I take all of my clothes off except for my underwear, which isn't wet, thankfully. I throw his shirt on, the sight and feeling of it making me dizzy.