Packing all my stuff into the bag, I climbed the bed. I was ready to sleep, just one more night in this city, and tomorrow I would be flying back to Mexico. In a moment of frustration, I impulsively threw the bed sheet and pillow out the window, how I had been hugging it for many days, as it had the essence of Eric. I lay on the bare mattress and closed my eyes. Exhausted, I was hoping for a peaceful slumber.
But as soon as I shut my eyes, my mind was flooded with morning incidents. The images replayed relentlessly, refusing to let me rest. Tossing and turning, I searched for comfort, and my gaze landed on Eric's t-shirt resting on my desk. It still carried the scent of our first passionate night together. But now, it served as a painful reminder of his betrayal.
I really did not get sat
