"What will it take?" I grabbed both his hands in mine and leaned against him. He has to be on stage in three minutes- I know but I don't care.
"Don't," he pushed me away again but not without giving me one last longing look.
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The sun is setting. My bed is right under the window so I lie there, staring out at the pink and golden sky. Everything's a shade of purplish blue. I raise my arm and blink away the tears to look at the beautiful colors on my skin.
I loved sunsets.
I've been lying here for hours now just looking outside, wondering how on earth my life could completely change in a matter of days. Isn't it funny how life does that?
He never wanted to see me again. This isn't supposed to hurt- his words aren't supposed to hurt. Not anymore. So why was I lying here with tears constantly pooling in my eyes. I didn't let myself cry, as soon as the tears would come I'd blink them away, I was quite good at that.
He acted like I wanted this, like I want to be here, see him every day. I was only here because of him and his stupid contract. I should've listened to Jace, maybe he could've gotten me out of it.
Jace- where was he?
Closing my eyes I decided that was it. I'd had enough of thinking- replaying Colson's words in my head and being sick to my stomach, so I got up, grabbed my wallet and left the hotel room.
Once I reached the lobby I realized I didn't exactly know where I was going. Deciding to check up on Jace, and maybe talk about his offer to get me out of here, I walked to the receptionist's desk.
"Yes ma'am?" The mustached receptionist looked at me worriedly, I didn't blame him. My clothes were wrinkled, my hair a mess, my mascara spread.
"I need to check if one of my friends is staying here?" My voice was raspy.
"Name?"
"Jace Howard?"
"Right," The receptionist looked down at his computer and shook his head, "He booked a room with us but left an hour after checking in."
"Left where?" How could he leave without even saying goodbye?
"I don't know maam," the receptionist replied and then looked at me sympathetically, "If it helps, he called an airport cab."
"That does help, thank you," An airport cab. So he had left. I walked away from the reception desk and sat myself down on one of the leather chairs in the corner of the lobby next to a woman wearing a short black dress- applying layer after layer of red lipstick whilst looking in the front camera of her phone.
How could he leave? He was here for me, that's what he had said. One fight with Colson and he had run off scared. That was it, Colson scared him away. But what did he have anything to do with me? Why did he not speak to me?
"Are you alright love?" The woman looked over and I smiled back.
