nineteen

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The rest of my weekend was spent in the dark hotel room, soaking in the stench of moth balls, the smoke of my joints and an eight pack of Arizona. The words of her apology were worn into my mind, from having read them at least seventeen times. I guess this was a decent place to crash. I was a few hundred miles away from home, due to the fact that I had driven away for almost an entire night. The walls were a chipping beige color, and the carpets a matted gray, like an old cat's fur. The bed was squeaky, and the sheets scratchy, but the maids but chocolate on the pillows when they cleaned, so it was okay.

I sat, watching the sunset. Thoughts of my pulse racing, the blood drumming through my body as she kissed my neck. And of the way that her hair looked in the knot on top of her head, the way that she wore it on our movie nights. I thought of how broken her eyes looked when I left, but then again of how whole they looked as she was with  him.

Him. I didn't even know his name, yet he was intruding in every  thought of mine. I had not seen him give her a quarter of the affection she gave him. The way that they had touched each other and acted together hummed with familiarity.

He was her past, and I knew that. But it was hard to accept the fact that to her, I was just the present, not the future.

I got out of the motel and started to drive.

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