The Hotel

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I exited the taxi, grabbed my bag and preceded to the front desk

"Mr. Williams" I said

"Ah yes, I see you have a reservation right here" Said the pretty lady behind the desk with a smile. Her name tag read "June".

"Do you have any other bags?" She inquired

"No" I replied

She handed me my key and I headed toward the elevators. My legs felt more like lead with each step. As I rode the elevator my heart grew heavier with ever floor that passed. Everything in my body was telling me to turn around and go back home, but I told myself that this was for the best for everyone.

I solemnly put in my key, and pushed the door open to the view of a twin size bed, a TV and a burrow. I looked around a little more wasn't much besides a bed stand a mini fridge and a pretty generic bathroom. Nothing exciting. I felt something in my pocket, I instinctively reach in pull my phone out and flip it open. I got a new text message, I debate for a minute in my head weather to read it or not. I know it will be a plea to come back home, as much as I want to I know its not the right thing to do. Sarah deserves so much more than me, than what I can offer. This may be hard now but in the long run it will be for the best. I keep saying that but not believing it fully at all. The text read " Why are you doing this, please come home". I decide to take a bath, and relax. Well that was a bad idea instead of relaxing I just sat in the bath thinking about everything ... about her. Everything I would miss, everything she did for me, the little I did for her. I dried off and decided to get some sleep. I still have to work in the morning. As I lay there drifting in and out of reality, Sarah is all I can think about she consumes me and my every thought, there is no escape, no matter how far I run, she will be with me. Something will remind me of her, I just have to keep telling myself this is for the best.

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