WHERE EVERYTHING BEGINS

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As i was leaded to his room by himself i had no worries inside. I was just like a cloud flooding through the hallway. He opened the room and welcomed me inside. There was a dinner table set already.

*I wouldn't wanna bother you if you have something planned* i said with a dissapointment in my voice that i couldn't figure out why that times.

*no my dear , I just never like to eat alone* he said.

I was confused but i kept it going.
He pulled my chair like a real gentlemen. I was really impressed. The table was so well set it even had candles. From a far it would look like there was something romantic going on but truth was i just killed someone and i even had his blood all over me. But he didn't seem to care . He walked over to the other side of the room.

*what would you wish to drink my love?* he said with a raspy voice while playin with the glasses.

*anything to keep my head away from what i did.* i said.

*absinthe it is.* he half smiled.

I couldn't disagree with him , i was just obeying whatever he told me.

*sure*

He poured the drink and walked back to me. I get the drink from his cold , pale hands and waited for him to settle. Before he stepped forward , he lightly touched my hair and took a deep breath. I felt like i was something that he haven't seen for a while. I sure will use this as a opportunity. He sat down and started gazing on me.

*So tell me dear , who was he?* he asked , but we both knew that he already know the answer.

*just someone* i said using a mysterious tone. I saw fire in his eyes , i knew that for the first time in a long time he couldn't scare someone.

*Dear, why did you choose this hotel to stay? From what i see you are a wealthy woman.* it was a real question , he couldn't find the answer even though it was too obvious. But i wanted him to suffer.

*for fun* i said with a mocking tone.

He looked like he had enough.
*Lady you just murdered someone in my hotel and when Mrs. Evers told me about it ; I rushed there to see what happened, YOU WERE DESPERATE AND I GAVE YOU A HAND , NOW TELL WHAT KIND OF WICKED GAME ARE YOU PLAYING!?* he was so pissed , i kind of enjoyed it.

*yeah, like you don't do that in your beloved hotel* i smiled and get up off my chair. I slowly started walking towards him. His face was frozen and my only intension was to touch.

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