The hotel isn't too fancy but it's designed to make you think so. I carry my bag up the stairs, my body feeling extra exhausted. I can feel how swollen my face is and the stares let me know it's not beautiful. I turn my phone off and let the tv play while I shower. The mirror becomes my enemy and I avoid it.
Tomorrow will be better.
Joe's POV:
I'm restless. My head is spinning and these cigarettes aren't calming me. She wanted to know when I started smoking "cancer." I can't even say I know. All I know is that every time she walks out of my life and appears again; I get insanely stupid. The tv next door blared as if someone is trying to block something out. I want to hide in the sound and block her out. It's so easy for her to forget me; the spark is gone. We don't even have a dying flame. She giggled, even looked you in the eyes. That's something.
Nothing worth trying to ignite. It would take moonshine, and a lighter, with her initial etched in it, to set this on fire again. Wouldn't it?
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ChickLitBook II of His Guilty Pleasure Who could forget Danielle Harris and Joe Alexander? They fought to stay away from each other and eventually became a couple. A couple her step dad wouldn't approve of and eventually sent her back to her dad because of...
