Monday, October 17th, 1:25 A.M.
Man. I had no
idea how good a shower could feel. The
water passing over my head and over my body had the effect of washing
everything away. Dirt, sweat, stress,
what just happened, everything. That
feeling, combined with my belly filled with pickles, had the effect of just
making me feel good. I hadn’t felt good
like that in a long time. Too long.
It's a good thing I got upstairs and made my choice
of which of Gin's bedrooms I wanted before anyone else. This isn’t so much a room as it is a
mini-apartment. It has a cloud-like king
size bed, a shower with a showerhead positioned above your head that gently
rains on you, and a large tub with jets that both massage and stimulate. The only way this room could get better is if
it had a stash of booze in it, although I haven't looked in that large armoire
in the corner yet..
After I took a long comfortable bath, I settled into
bed. I didn't dress before trying to go
to sleep because sleeping in dirty clothes would have hindered my perfect
comfort. As I tried to go to sleep, a
sound coming from the hallway prevented me from doing so. A persistent sound. The kind of sound that tears at your very
soul. Someone was in the hallway crying.
I wandered out of bed and went over by the door to
listen to the crying person. I didn't
get dressed because I had no intention of opening the door to see what was
wrong with the person. Also, I just
didn't want to get dressed. As I got
closer to the door, I was more able to make out who the person was and what
they were saying as they were crying.
Rinoa was the person who was crying, and what she said is significant.
"They're gone.
They're all gone. I thought maybe
they could survive the ride back to this damn city, but no. No!
Those fuckers shot them. Shot
them dead! Now I'm back. Back here in this damn city just as alone as
when I left here. What am I even doing
here? What! Why can't I just be rid of it. Why can't I just leave. Leave the city, leave these people that took
my family, my friends, my whole future away from me. Why!
Why goddamn it, why?"
What Rinoa said made me feel suddenly bad about the
way I was enjoying myself in this room.
This armoire had better be loaded.
Later.
Hato Shurtleff
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