Heres chapter 2 guys!! Once again, i hope you like it. Its short, and usually all my chapters will be this short. More should be up real soon!
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(Chapter 2)
He and Trish separated only 2 short hours after they had gotten off the plane. With a heavy sigh, Jeff exited from his hotel room and walked into the lobby. She had only fallen asleep upon his arm, but little did she know of the effect it had on him. Finally, after almost 2 years, he was beginning to miss what he had lost. And, after 2 years, she was finally coming back to him.
He walked across the lobby and politely nodded to the men and woman working behind the desk, eyeing the fireplace and few oversized sofas that surrounded it. Once he settled into a huge, soft chair he realized he was not alone. Sitting directly across from the fireplace was no one other then Trish. He was stunned for a moment, caught up in the embers of her beauty.
She was wearing a white, winter sweater with an oversized, baggy neck. Her denim jeans fit tightly around her curves as she lay on the sofa, hands under her cheek as she faced the fireplace with a dreamy, lost look upon her face. She looked so...sad.
He silently watched as her eyelids began to flutter, then slowly close as shadows from the fire danced upon them. Jeff stared in pain, his mind floating off into different directions...depths of the sky. Finally, he made a decision and got up off his chair.
"Trish..." He spoke softly, not wanting to startle her. It didn't take much for her to wake up and realized she had fallen asleep.
"Jeff?" She stuttered, taking in a heavy breath and sitting up. Once she realized where she was, her face brightened up. "Oh! Jeff! Hey! Did I fall asleep?"
He laughed, "Only for a minute or two,"
She sighed happily, and lost her gaze in the burning embers of the fireplace. And, soon, Jeff lost himself also.
"What ever happened to us, Jeff?" Trish suddenly spoke, not breaking her gaze, lips forming a thin line.
The question took him totally by surprise, he stuttered. "I...I'm not so sure...Trish."
For a while, Trish didn't respond. She just stared into the fire with an upset look drawn across her beautiful features, and seemed totally unaware of the fact Jeff was still sitting down by her knees. Finally, she responded, although it was nothing Jeff wanted to hear. "What a waste," She sighed pitifully, got up without saying good-bye, and went to her hotel room.
The comment Trish had made earlier burned in his brain. A waste? Unfortunately, he didn't catch Trish's hotel room number when she went inside it after the short life of their conversation. If he still needed to talk to Trish, then he'd just ask the late-night clerk. A waste...what could she have meant? Although he didn't know what she meant, he felt inside as if the answer was obvious, he just couldn't find it. Maybe the comment had something to do with her sudden sadness? Who knows. Jeff thought.
He crawled under the covers of his cold, hotel room bed and shut off the light hanging on the wall next to him, knowing all too well that not to far down the hall the woman he loved was doing just that.
