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Hotel

He was running, running fast. He thought that if he jumped, he would fly and then what? He would walk again, one foot behind the other, one at each time.

He would again be disappointed.

He had to leave soon her apartment, not risking her safety.

1:08

The cold air was hitting his face with waves of realization. The moon was glowing, the light touching the rough edges of his face. He brought his hands on his lips touching them for a mere second, just to realize that he had something on him that remembered her body, something that cherished it with every chance.

He then touched his hair. She liked brushing it with her fingers. He enjoyed her ice cold skin on the roots of his hair, bringing him every time goosebumps.

Every part of him was made only to feel alive under her touch.

He moved his head at each side furiously, trying to make the memories diminish in the unconscious. He couldn't be vulnerable nor weak and now he was experiencing both.

He walked for two more hours, the rain sinking to his bones finding its way to make him forget. He had to find a place to spend the night and tomorrow he would reach his destination.

The lights of a motel started to make their way into the darkness cutting the thick lines of black in half. It was a quiet motel. Light green walls, cheap furniture, blond receptionist.

"Hello! How may I help you?" She asked rather happily.

"I want a room for the night." He answered bluntly.

"Um, are you alone? I-I mean a room for one?" she asked with a glimpse of hope lighting up her brown eyes.

He raised his brows like it was obvious.

"Name?" her eyes were taking in every single part of his appearance.

Instead of answering, he just passed his credit card to her.

The moment she read the name written on the plastic blue surface, her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Room 67, on the second floor." She announced in one breath and then she gave him his card back. She didn't want to touch him that she almost dropped it.

"Don't worry. I'm on drugs, I won't harm you." He reassured her, but she remained hesitant.

He wouldn't blame her.

He opened the door of his room and the smell of abandonment hit him right away. That's the smell that reminded him of his home. Long lost image burnt down to ashes because of him.

No, it wasn't because of me.

It was his fault.

He rested his head on the cool walls, the cold piercing his forehead numbing his thoughts.

Yeah, that helps..

He placed his bag on the floor close to his bed and then he laid on it. The windows were closed. So were his eyes. His arms were resting behind his head, making him feel comfortable just for a while..

"Hey dude! Give it back!" She demanded, her frustration drawing wrinkles on her silky forehead, her dark hair falling on her arms.

"Why? I' am having a good time right now." He replied, a smirk spread on his lips making her mad.

"Are you dumb? Give me my cellphone back. It isn't yours in the first place, so get a life and give it back." She held her hand in the air, her fingers pointing at his direction awaiting for a movement.

And he just burst out laughing. It was the most entertaining thing, watching her turning red because she was coming closer to the verge of starting throwing punches at him.

And he was right. She clenched her fists, closed her eyes, took a deep breath and smiled.

That made him stop.

The shadow of an evil grin was plastered on her face, making her more inviting to him.

She slowly opened her eyes and her gaze was fixed on him. For a moment she seemed lost, for a moment she saw the guards in her eyes falling down, but that was just a moment.

"Come on, take it back. It was never mine in the first place." He announced surprising and disappointing her at the same time.

He placed the phone on her now open fist, touching slightly her palm. She was watching his movements all this time, not once looking at him.

And then he left, leaving her speechless.

Someone opened his eyes, gazing now the dull room.