Don't Listen to Your Heart

Richie's Plan - Stay or Leave? Part 2

[A/N: There you are the second part of 'Stay or Leave'! I must admit that I cried while writing this, it got me way too emotional. I hope you like it too. I would be happy to see your votes or comments, but, most of all, I just want you to enjoy it. Simple as that.]

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"Oh. My. God" Liz gasps out loud, laying his left hand on his chest.

"You do?" I ask, ignoring it.

I can see James looking at me with a small smile, that soon fades away and turns into a frown. I slowly sit down where my name's card is and look right at Richie.

"We're waiting to know, Sasha" he soon says, I take a quick last glance at James and then at everyone else in the room, laying my eyes back on Richie.

"Okay, so.." I start, taking a deep breath, "The main reason why I walked in this Hotel in the first place was because my friend, Rocky, was in trouble. I've signed a contract with Jam-, uhm, Mr.March that states that I would've had to be his assistant and help him with his duties"

"That contract is no longer available since you're dead" Richie cuts me off, I stare at him with an annoyed tone. He makes me sign to keep talking.

"To be honest, I totally forgot about that contract right the 2nd day of working for him. He has never made me feel forced to do things, he didn't expect anything from me. Anyway, coming back to what I was saying, it's been months now since I've first walked through the front door of this Hotel. Months of insanity, craziness, horror and, I must admit it, fun. I've found friends here, I've found the family I've never had. But, again, I already have a family. And I have dreams, ambitions, goals. For my life. But, what life? I don't have one anymore. I don't even remember dying"

"That won't work, Miss Sasha. You won't age anymore, people will get it. What will you do when you should be about to turn 30 and still look like 20?" Iris calmly says with a frown.

"Yeah, I've thought of that. I still haven't figured out what to do about that. My life has been pretty hard, I've been hurt so many times and now I'm the one who hurts. If there was a time machine, I probably would do this all over again. I've learnt that my bad times made me stronger, even though it still hurts everytime I close my eyes. And since the moment I died, I keep on having these nightmares and flashbacks about past. It's not healthy. I think it's this Hotel. I think the air here is contaminating my soul. I've sinned way too much, not that I really mind, but still"

"You think that leaving will help you out with your visions and nightmares?" Tristan asks, I quietly take a glance at him. I didn't even notice he was in the room until now, but I'm glad he is. He kinda understands my point of view, he's been here as long as I've been, and we've been talking a lot.

"I have no idea"

"Haven't you walked out before? Like the other day? Have you felt any better?" he asks again, interested.

"You've walked out a couple of times too. How have you felt?"

"Uncomfortable, actually. Like I was leaving home"

"I've felt relaxed, and had a good night of sleep" I admit, he softly nods at me. I take a quick glance at James who's still standing, this time next to Richie. A frown on his face, even though he's trying to hide it.

"I don't want you to feel forced to stay if you don't want you. What I've said before, I meant it. But I've just felt like letting you know that. If you decide to walk out, this would be our last night together" he suddenly says with a small weak smile.