*CAMILA*_*
By the time I got out of that s**t hole desert, and walked to the hotel, the sun had already gunned down. I couldn't stop thinking about what happened.
It felt like the end of something, and the begining of another. Jacques was gone, and I was unfortunately, finally alone in this big bad world, a bad world that I myself contributed to.
Life hasn't been easy since I was a kid, but that was a story for another day.
I walked slothfully pass the guests and the bartender over the bar at the hotel, and retreated into my room.
"I hate this world" I muttered to myself, while my hands took on the task of removing the dirty clothes and dumping it into the waste basket.
I threw myself on the bed half n***d. Bathing was far from my brain's thinking area.
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