The Next Morning

Trish laid in her bed while hearing the constant ringing of her cell phone. After looking down at the screen, reading "Amy's Cell," the first 4 times, she gave up on even picking it back up. She laid there thinking of last night's event. After forgiving him on the whole Jeff think, she didn't think he would hurt her again. Maybe she deserved it; after all it was her who screwed up the first time. All she knew was that she loved him with all her heart and wanted to be with him. All Trish wanted to do was cry, but she had to remain strong, she wanted everything to be good between her and Randy. Why hasn't Randy came to talk to me? She figured he would be the one coming to her and trying to work things out yet again.

A sudden knock came to the door; Trish looked over at the door and remained where she was, she didn't feel like a people person at the moment. A familiar voice yelled from the opposite side of the door, "Trish its Amy, open up please." Trish got up and opened the door.

"Hey sweetie," Amy said once the door was opened.

Trish didn't respond.

"I tried calling you, but you probably know that," Amy looked over at Trish hoping she would respond. "…I'm sorry for what happen last night."

"Oh, are you? Well, that makes two of us," Trish replied

"What?" Amy questioned.

"I just came to the conclusion that Randy and I, aren't meant to be."

"Not meant to be?"

"I should have listened to you in the beginning."

"Me? What are you talking about? I didn't even know that you two were dating till you told me like 3 weeks afterwards."

"Everyone knew how he was. You said he was one of the guys who don't respect women, and you were right."

"I didn't want to be."

"Well it doesn't matter anymore, it's over." Trish finished.

LATER

Trish stepped off the elevator in search for her and Randy's room number. Once she came across it, she knocked and waited for a responds. After a few minutes, Trish pulled out a key card to open the door. She found Randy sitting up against the wall with his head in buried in his hands.

"Hey," Trish said kneeling down in front of him.

"What are you doing here," Randy asked.

"Uh, it's my hotel room, also," she responded.

"Right," he said standing up, "I guess I'll get out of your way."

"What? Wait, we need to talk this thing out."

"You're right, we do."

"I—" Trish begun.

"I want to say that I'm sorry," Randy interrupted.

"For what?"

"For treating you the way I did. I'm so so sorry. It's my entire fault, I really did love you. I truly am sorry for hurting and you I'm really going to miss you."

"Randy?"

"It's obvious it just wasn't meant to be."

"Yes, but we can try to make it work."

"I don't want to feel this way, but I can't help it, every time I see you, it's like I can feel the pain I caused you, and I hate myself for that."

"Randy, its okay."

"No Trish, it isn't! Don't you see? Every time I did to you, every little think had some effect on you as long as every huge thing and it hurts Trish."

"So what now?" Trish asked.

"We go our separate ways. I'll get a different room," Randy said and then began to walk to the door before turning around and saying something else. "I just hope that someday you won't hate me anymore."

"I hope so, too." Trish said then watch Randy walk out of the room.