Speeding into the parking lot I trip over my own legs trying to get out of the car and drop the now empty fifth of Jack Daniels I was holding in my hand. Rushing as fast as I can up to the front desk I quickly ask for Indigo's room number. Thanking the receptionist I try not to breathe my alcoholic stench onto her make-up splattered face. Walking into Indie's room I take in her appearance and gather a mother in mourning façade. I can feel the presence of Luka, Indie's personal orderly, standing in the doorway, and so I act.
"Oh Indie... What has become of you my precious daughter. I want you to know sweetie that I am so, so sorry about your dad... I know he loved you baby girl. I know he forgives you for what you did to him. It's okay to let go darling, I love you. Don't hold on to this world anymore. Go into your next life happy and peaceful."
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Swimming
Short StoryIs reality really reality or just a dream? Nobody knows, someday we make wake up from this dream and realize reality was something we were hiding from.
