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She has locked herself in the hotel bathroom, she doesn't know why, it isn't like he's going to come after her, he made his choice. But she feels safer somehow. She looks around her, her eyes land on the floor, as her back slides down the door to sit. The floor, tile, is beginning to crack, she thinks its like her life. Plain, cracking over time. But the tile still looks kind of new, so it shouldn't be cracked, but it is, she is. She wonders what she did to deserve this, what she to make her life fall apart. Its more like who made her life fall apart. They were so happy at one point, but even looking at the pictures then, she can see their smiles wavering. She can barely remember the happy times, they seem like a lifetime away. She's trying hard to remember, but it only makes her cry harder. She's remembering all their fights, they are fresh in her mind, a little to fresh. She cries as she remembers, but not as much as him.
He's sitting home in their apartment, drinking whiskey from the bottle. He wonders what he did to make her leave, he wants to go after her, tell her to come home, but he doesn't. Instead, he sits looking at the door, hoping that she will walk through, but knowing she wont. He dies a little bit more with each drink, the bottles almost empty, hoping that she'll come home to him.