YAAAAAAAS FINALLY I FINISHED THISSSSS SALLY ONE SHOT OMGGGGG I HOPE U ENJOY THIS GUYS. LOVELOTS TO Y'ALL.
One text, one heart break, unknown nights of crying out in pain.
I wouldn't have actually thought I would cry my heart on this one. My girlfriend broke up with me, let's just say I wasn't simply enough for her but her excuse was, we weren't for each other. The fuck was that? People weren't made for each other, we just have to make it work because we want to, not because "we aren't made for each other" kind of shit.
I downed approximately eight bottles of beer downtown, and all the fuzziness hit me when I stood up from that motherfuckin' tall stool, I was most likely to fall flat my face on the ground when gladly I was assisted by a woman. I paid my bills, had no idea if what I left at the counter top was enough or not but either way I didn't give a shit about it. I just walked my way out with the woman from before who guided me. She was beautiful and peculiar she had the most extravagant attire in the bar, laced red suit and her long blonde locks were framing her face, nude make up.
"Let me take care of you, darling." Was what she said and I couldn't refuse. I was in the influence of alcohol and had no entire control of myself, plus she looked nice and wouldn't leave me dead in the gutter.
Hotel Cortez were the last words the rolled off her perfect lips, my head rested on her chest with my cheek cradled in her hand supporting my head in case it might fell down.
I felt a sharp thing dragged its way from the beginning of my jaw down my chin and I couldn't help not to moan at it. That was the last thing I knew before it all faded away.
I was still resting my eyes but I was already awoke at the moment, my eyes just felt too heavy to open up and my head was throbbing like crazy. "You poor thing." Uttered by someone who was probably just by my side, basing on the voice I would say it was a woman, in her early 30's. Her voice was soft, raspy and needy like she had always been hurt.
"Wake up." she told me and carefully nudged me.
"You have to go. You don't deserve to be stuck in this hell hole." I was agitated, my head was spinning I could not see clearly. A lot was clouding my mind. "You have to get out of here."
"Huh? Wha-what are you talking about?" Instead of earning an answer I was lifted up. My body felt heavy but my muscles weren't numb. "Put your weight on my, sweetie." A woman in what it seemed like a short vintage dress helped me. I did as what she told me.
We went walked down the hall and entered the elevator. "Come on, come on..." I heard her mumbled, was she in a hurry. The the elevator door opened, we stepped out. One arm was wrapped around my waist carefully guiding me. Then there it was, the sunlight passed through the glass doors and walls illuminating the inside of the hotel lobby. I could hear the busy city again.
"This is as far as I could go. Promise me one thing. Never ever go back to this place." She kissed my temple and pushed me through the door. I didn't understand anything. Was she crying? Why would she say that and man, I felt her kissed my temple which was weird. I didn't even know her name. I almost fell on my face but managed myself.
I looked back, no one was there anymore. I was spinning around, looking up. Well shit.
Third Person's Point of View
Sally stood there, watching her. It was a relieved for the ghost the finally free her. She had been eyeing that certain brunette for almost four weeks, she would spend the rest of her night waiting for the girl to walk across the hotel, something intrigued the woman.
