I sat knees in my arms , curled up on the hotel bed, My Hair , wet from my recent shower, Lay in long brand down my back. I bit my Lip look out at the window.
I could see his house from here... I had reserved this hotel on purpose, an idea now seemingly worthless.
I turned away, taking my phone in my hand...
Shaking my head.. I DIALED HIS NUMBER once again nervously holding the phone to my ear.
Each Ring made my heart beat faster and I nervously Chewed on the end of my nail and wishing he would answer " Come on... Pick up the Phone" I said softly
"were sorry the number you have dia-" "Dammit!" I said and throw the phone across the room.. I Lay my head in my hands And sighing into them... Im Tired of fighting..
In a week I had been back here, I had taken plenty of trips to Ian's House and being told numerous times by his friend to come back later because he wasn't there..
FOOLISHLY I believe his roomate, Until I saw him sitting on the couch, his face is serious, arm crossed and eyes staring down at the ground ...
I tried to object when his roomate told me once again to leave again. but I was pushed out of the door , which slammed infront of my face.. Now here I was alone in my hotel Room waiting for a call which would never come...
I felt more alone than when I had first left him more alone when I lived in england without him by my side. I wiped a tear from my eye the got out of the bed, walking into the bathroom
"Fine, I dont want to be alone anymore" i said to my reflection on the mirror and nodded my head..
