Room 207 (standard:drama, 858 words)
Author: Kristopher Carlucci	Added: May 07 2010	Views/Reads: 2990/1973	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Boy has girl. Boy loses girl.

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It was one of those moments of pure happiness that dissipates as soon as
you acknowledge it. As soon as you can consciously grasp this feeling 
it is promptly flushed out of your brain and sprayed out of your ear 
holes onto your new paisley wallpaper. It makes you wonder if you were 
really happy in the first place or if your mind tricked you into that 
euphoric state of ignorance. William always had trouble with that word: 
happy. 

She walks out of the revolving door of the lobby towards the waiting
bus. William begins to turn but reasons it would be polite for him to 
make sure she gets on safely. 

And that was it. 

That was their relationship for the past year. They are exulted for the
one-week out of every three months they see each other, then one of 
them leaves and both of them want to jump off a cliff É at least 
temporarily. Everything you know is only temporary. 

Back in the room, the phone rings and William picks it up. It is a
woman's voice coming out of the receiver. She asks William if he wants 
her to come over. He replies with something unimportant and hangs up 
the phone. 

No matter what he would have said, William persuades himself, she would
still be walking through the revolving doors of the lobby and be 
knocking on Room 207 in twenty minutes. 

William sits on a chair smoking a cigarette, carefully flicking his ash
into a cracked ceramic ashtray. By a mix of cigarette smoke and some 
other strange force his face crinkles, making only the green and yellow 
of his irises visible, he runs his hands through his stringy, greasy 
hair and stares glossy eyed at the blank ceiling of his apartment. 

It is repulsive. 


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