He took a deep breath, looking back at the hotel door, hesitating, but turning the cold brass knob before it stopped abruptly. Great. Locked. I have two choices. He looked around for anyone that could potentially work at the hotel. No one was nearby. One choice. At that he knelt down and took out his lock picks, picking the tumblers until it turned. He walked in, going to Mistys door and picking that open as well. He walked in and lifted the covers, crawling into the bed with Misty, lacing his fingers with hers. He gently sobbed, unable to capture his feelings verbally, he breathed, piecing his words together, then he spoke. Misty, you mean the world to me, and Im not sure if you can hear me speaking right now, but I hope these words seep into your dreams at least. I love you, I always have and likely always will.
Posted on: Sat, 13 Sep 2014 00:45:53 +0000
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