Alexander
She left her cash on the dresser. I didn’t notice until too late.
That cunt Claude will have some f*****g questions to answer, and I’ll get her all she’s owed.
I feel beaten as I head down to the reception and hand over my key card.
I feel defeated as I call a cab of my own and wait outside.
I wanted answers and I got them, but they don’t make me feel any better.
Neither does her apology.
Hope. Such a fragile thing. Such a ridiculous thing. I’d enjoyed it while it lasted.
Hope teased me with a glimpse of another life, where I could love someone and they could love me back. A life where I wouldn’t have to be alone.
I hate the thought of starting over without her.
I hate the thought of running away from my shitty life with nobody to run for.
I climb into the back of the
