Letters.

Room 505 (Part: 1)

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I promise to post the second part tomorrow (maybe by night, idrk.)
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"Shhh, it's okay Alex, it's okay. It's gonna be alright."
He kept trying to soothe me while i was getting his shirt soaked in tears. My cheeks were all salty and my eyes were red as cherries. I just couldn't stop crying.

Images of what happened in that room kept flashing into my eyes as Miles played with my hair and the taxi driver kept looking at us in a strange way, i heard Miles say "Eyes on the road big one." and then a smirk formed in his lips.
All i could think about was "Why did i believe in his promises?", but the only answer i had was love. That mix of chemicals in our brain that makes us feel like we're on top of the world. Tragically, some individuals try to play god and start playing with people and their feelings. Matt tried to play god.

"In the next one you turn to your right and drop us 'ere, please sir."
His voice was angelical and so manly, as if a thousand of flowers united and whispered beautiful poetry to my ear. Like a melody that would haunt me for years.
"You okay, Laa? Do you think i need to carry you to the room?" He said, and giggled a little bit when he saw my cheeks turn red. Images of the guy with the fluffy hair carrying me, bridal style, were being proyected in my head.
"No, i-i'm fine. I can walk there. I'm fine." I lied.
"C'mon, i'm strong. Do you want to feel this guns?" He joked and we both laughed as the taxi driver stopped the car in front of "The grand".
"Ready to go there, sweetheart?"
"Yes, Mi."

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The elevator's door was open and Miles tried to press the buttons but his fingers kept slipping.
"Do you want me to help ya, mate?"
"Uhh no, i'm okay 'ere. Just a bit dizzy from what i drank in the party. Let me try again."
His large fingers, finally, pressed the right buttons and the elevator started his road. Everything was quiet and peaceful, except my mind. It was a fucking mess. The sudden realization that the morning after this i wouldn't have breakfast in bed, or "Good morning kisses", or hugs by behind while im pouring myself a glass of water, or fucking in the shower. None of those things would come back to me again. None of them would happen again.
It was all done and gone, and said and did. And the fact that Matt was probably out there having fun with a who-
Ding!
We were finally there.
"Room 505, Laa. fivezerofivefivezerofiiiiiivefivezero- Ah! There it is!"
He grabbed his keys from his pocket and proceeded to open the door.
"Home sweet home." He exclaimed, with some kind of relief in his voice.
"Can i stay the night here?" I asked.
"Sure, Alex! I'm glad to have a friend to talk to tonight. I usually spend the nights all alone and it's making me sick."
"Sorry to hear so." I replied.
"Want some clothes or summat to change what you're wearing, Laa?" He asked and walked to the small wardrobe next to the telly.
"Do you have a sweater?"
"Planning to spend the night in boxers and a sweater, babe?" And there it was. A big grin on his face and his cheeks popped up. How beautiful.
"Does it bother you?" I said. And i know i was playing with fire.
"More like i'm going to enjoy it." He took a white, large sweater that had the classic blue, red and white national flag in the front and threw it at me.
"You can change in the bathroom if you want to, Laa."
"I'm okay here." I took my shirt off and his gaze turned to my jeans.
"O-okay."

12:00 AM.
Miles and i were still talking about our music's likes and dislikes, and the whole conversation seemed to never be stopped, not even by an earthquake or a flood, he was so into it.
After another 30 minutes of passionate talk about how The Beatles saved the world, Miles took his guitar and started playing some tunes.

"Anything in mind, Alex? You're good at writing songs, mate."
That was such a compliment.
"Not really. I'm just hurt right now."
"Express it."

My mind was a wreck.

"I want to go back somewhere, but i don't know the exact place. It's not even a place, it's a feeling. Yes. I want to go back to a feeling. Like when you finally see your partner after weeks of not being able to talk to them. Happiness. But at the same time the tragedy. The fact that i won't ever be able to go back in time and live that emotion again, never. Even if i took a 7 hour flight or even if it was as easy as driving 45 minutes there. It won't happen again." I exclaimed, and with that i let go of a small piece of my heart. I looked over at Miles who was listening so very interested, and looking at my lips as if they were stars.

"I guess we got it now."