Chapter Three: All Out of Love
Emily sat on the bed, in her hotel room. She felt bad about just leaving LA without talking to Matt, but her heart just couldn't go there. Not now, and frankly she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to go there. Her cell started to ring, and she figured it was Matt again. He had only called her cell phone twenty times in the last hour. It had been about that long since her mother had called her to inform her that Matt was not only in New York, but had visited the house.
Her head fell into her hands, as tears rolled down her beat red cheeks. She had never cried so much over a man before but Matt was different. She loved him, she was in love with him. Her phone started to ring again, and she felt like throwing it against the wall, just to shut it up. She picked it up, and glanced at the caller ID. "Lia" she thought.
"Hello?" Emily answered, glancing at the clock on the nightstand.
"I cannot believe you left," Lia said.
She hadn't planned on starting the conversation like that. Emily was a good friend, and she normally would have sided with her, but this time what she did was wrong.
"I had to Lia, you don't get it. I've never been stuck in a situation, and I couldn't take it," Emily said a desperate sigh followed.
"Emily, I do get it, Matt hurt you. That is understandable, but you did not see him today. You didn't hear him over the phone. You've really hurt him Emily, you've broken him. Which to be honest I thought was damn near impossible, but it's true," Lia said, trying to reason with her.
"Look Lia, hearing stuff like that isn't helping," Emily said.
"Good, call him or something, tell him to his face that it's over. He deserves that much Emily," Lia said.
"He breaks up with me, he ends our relationship. I leave to get away from it, and he deserves for me to tell him it's over. I thought you were my friend Lia," Emily yelled.
"I am your friend, that's why I'm doing this, and contrary to what you believe he is a good man," Lia said, wanting her friend to understand.
"Well I guess I'm the bad person in this," Emily said, as she slammed the phone shut.
Emily slammed the phone down on the nightstand, as she gripped one of the pillows in her arms, and let the tears stream down her face. Why did it have to be so hard, why did she have to still love him. Why did her heart ache to have him near her, and why couldn't she just forgive him.
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"I've got her location Matt," Lia said.
"Oh good, thanks Lia," Matt said.
"You so owe me Matt," Lia said.
"Guessing it didn't go so good," Matt said.
"No, she's at the Fairfield Inn. It's located on Washington Avenue," Lia said.
"Yeah got it," Matt said, as a small smile graced his lips.
'Marriott' he thought.
Matt picked up speed, and turned left on the next street. Washington Avenue was only ten blocks away. He was definitely getting close to getting her back.
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Emily sat with her back against the headboard. She picked up the room service menu, she definitely didn't feel like going out tonight, and flipped through it. A small smile graced her lips when she saw the Chicken Fajitas. That was what her and Matt ordered every time they stayed at the Marriott. She picked up the telephone sitting on the nightstand, and pushed the apporiate numbers in.
"Room Service, can I take your order?" a young man answered.
"Yeah, I'd like an order of the Chicken Fajitas and a Light Beer please," Emily said.
"Okay, that'll be about fifteen or twenty minutes," the man said.
"Okay," Emily said, as she hung up the phone.
She lowered herself, slightly in the bed, and closed her eyes. She was immediately haunted by the man she left behind. His gorgeous brown eyes, his wavy black hair. She opened her eyes, and flipped on the stereo that sat on the nightstand, and flipped through a few channels till she found a song she liked. She layed her head back on the headboard, and took in the words. Shortly there after the song ended, and the next one began.

I'm lyin' alone with my head on the phone Thinkin' of you 'til it hurts I know you hurt too, But what else can we do? Tormented and torn apart I wish I could carry your smile in my heart, For times when my life seems so low


I'm all out of love I'm so lost without you I know you were right Believing for so long I'm all out of love, What am I without you? I can't be too late To say that I was so wrong

Emily sighed, and switched off the stereo, she definitely could not handle that right now.
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Matt could almost feel her touch, he was only two blocks away. He switched the radio station after some rap came on. He really didn't get how they called that music, but whatever. He was once again haunted with a song that only reminded him of Emily.

And what would you say if I call on you now, And say that I can't hold on? There's no easy way, It gets harder each day Please love me or I'll be gone, I'll be gone
I'm all out of love I'm so lost without you I know you were right Believing for so long I'm all out of love, What am I without you? I can't be too late To say that I was so wrong

Matt wiped at a couple of tears that threatened to fall, and pulled onto Washington Avenue. He'd hold her soon enough. He'd tell her how stupid he was, and how his heart was aching with her.
He spotted the hotel from about three quarters of a mile down the road. He pulled into the closes parking garage, and decided the fresh air would do him good. He walked with contentment, as a man on a mission to get somewhere.
He finally reached the hotel, and walked the three large steps to the door. He entered the rather large building, and walked up to the counter.
"Can I help you?" a young lady, not much older than eighteen asked.
"Yes, I need to know what room Emily Lehman is staying in," Matt said.
"I cannot give out information on the costumers of this establishment," the young lady said.
Matt figured that would be the answer he'd receive, so he devised a plan.
"I'm a federal agent, I need to speak to Emily Lehman, and you need to give me her room number," Matt said.
"Okay, but I've got to call her to allow her notice that a visitor is coming," the young lady said.
"No, that will give her time to leave," Matt said, speaking truthfully.
"Okay sir, she's in room 518," the young girl said.
"Okay," Matt said, as he turned to leave.
"Umm..sir, you should know she ordered room service, ummm..." the girl paused to look at the order form. "Chicken Fajitas, it looks like."
"Okay thanks," Matt said, walking toward the elevator.
Once safely in the elevator he let a smile grace his lips. That was they're meal of choice most nights, when staying at a hotel. The elevator dinged a short time later, and Matt walked out, and searched the halls, looking for room 518. He spotted it, and his plams instantly got clammy. She was the only woman that could make him feel like he was in high school again.
He stood at the door for a second, building up the courage to knock. Finally it came, and he knocked lightly.
"Who is it?" he heard her ask.
"Room Service," he said trying to disguise his voice.
He heard her walking toward the door, and soon after, heard the door open. There they were, standing face to face. Tears in both of they're eyes. All Matt wanted was to kiss away her tears, and all Emily wanted was for him to go away. For her aching heart to leave with him.