Room 78
Bags under his eyes looked very
thick. Everyone could understand he was crying all night long. He even did not
sleep for two days. His room was drowning in a mess. He seemed chaotic. He
intended to reach out cigarettes on his classic desk, but his hand stopped at a
dark-brown frame. He took it. He looked at that frame and instantly he felt his
heart on fire. He was burning with anger. He threw the frame that displaying a woman’s smile and
it broke instantly.
He tried to write a letter, but in
the end he always crossing all the words. Until he fell asleep; finally after
these two days.
Room 623
She had just finished showering. Now
she was using a hair-dryer while humming her favourite song, “I’m dying, praying, bleeding, and screaming.
Am I too lost to be saved? Am I too lost?” until she realized that song was not
really match with her feeling now. She was very excited this afternoon.
She continued to pick her best gown
for tonight. She really wanted to look elegant and flawless.
Room 78
He awoke from his sleep when he
heard his damned alarm screamed loudly. He was confused and tried hard to
remember how could he fall asleep. He really wanted to lit his cigarette, but
the alarm screamed louder, so he decided to stand up and grabbed his towel.
Room 623
She seemed in a hurry to put in her
stuffs into her hand-bag while occasionally glanced at her watch. After checking
back, she realized that something was left behind. Frantically, she flipped the
pillows to find it. She smiled. She found what she was looking for, put it in
her hand-bag, then rushed out of the room.
Room 78
He looked little fresher than
before. He took his perfume in a desk drawer. After taking it, he dropped it to
the floor then walked out of the room. Accidentally, his legs were stepping on
the broken picture frame and injured. It was hurt, but he did not mind it.
Lobby
He sat at the sofa. He was waiting,
but not for someone. He waited for his courage. He almost took his cigarette in
his pocket until he remembered this room was a non-smoking room. He shut his
eyes, took a deep breath. Now, he felt ready. Then, he came to the receptionist.
“Excuse me,” his voice sounds heavy.
“Yes, Sir. What can I help you,
please?”
“I want to take the room key 550. It
has been booked.”
“Oh, about that, the key has been
taken by a woman about 45 minutes ago. She also said that she had booked the
room 550,” the receptionist answered politely.
“Uhm, then, thank you,” he answered
without looked at the receptionist then he immediately go.
Room 550
She was combing her hair in the
boudoir when she saw a man get into the room by the reflection of the mirror.
“It’s 7.55 pm. Good job,” she said
sarcastically.
“I know. I’m sorry. I get some
trouble at the receptionist,” he lied.
She continued combing her hair.
He opened the bathroom’s door and
the cupboard’s door to make sure that no one in there. Once he sure, he
approached her.
“You wear perfume from me. Isn’t it?
I memorized the fragrance.”
He stood behind her. Behind the
woman he loved the most. And she was so beautiful today. He was amazed. She was
the perfection he ever known.
“Come here, Honey.”
“Is that a surprise again?” she
answered with a starry-eye. She immediately put her comb and came to him.
He did not answer. He turned off the
lamp. She fell into his arms. Without uttering a word, he bit her upper lip
smoothly. He could feel the sweetness of her lipstick. It made he wanted to
feel her completely. At this moment, there was only her in his mind.
“You really expect a surprise,
Honey? By the way, what do you know about gravity?”
“I’m not a science expert, Dear. Is
that something that makes things fall?”
He chuckled.
“Yeah, something like that. Like I’m
falling for you. I love you.”
He stroked her hand. Then he took a
cutter inside his pocket and cut up her hand horizontally. She screamed once
before she lost her energy. Her eyes felt so hard to be opened. She lost her
starry-eye. All she could see was only a darkness. She could feel every single
drop of her tears running through her cheeks. So did her blood that migrating
from her veins and arteries to the floor. It was running out looking for
gravity.
He opened the window. The only star
he could see was in the night sky. He had lost her starry-eye. He hurt. He felt
like thousands of arrows pierced his heart. Now, he was numb.
“Let’s looking for a gravity, Honey.
I love you,” he whispered.
Then he jumped from the 17th
floor.
