Page 54 of When We Feel


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“And you, sir?”

“Nothing for me. Thanks.”

The woman walks away while Alejandro takes me to the same room.

It’s like we’re going home. I’ve never in a million years thought that we’d return. And so soon. The air is crisp and smells like fresh mint and oranges.

I place my bag on the coffee table and move to the terrace while he closes the door behind us.

The breeze slides its warm hands through my hair as I peer at the shore. A few lounge chairs are occupied, but the people face the ocean, reading, snoozing, or sunbathing, so I can’t see their faces.

Far off in the distance, I notice a ship. It looks like a ghost against the backdrop of the ocean and the sky.

I finally start to unwind when his footsteps resonate against the concrete.

“You like it?” he asks, his hands concealed in his pockets.

He anchors a nostalgic gaze in the distance.

“It’s by far my favorite place,” I say.

He smiles, a bit flattered. Somewhat reserved.

“Have I said something wrong?” I ask.

“No.”

A grin changes his telling expression. His mask is back on just as someone knocks on the door.

Alejandro walks inside and deals with the servers while I linger on the terrace. Looking south, I spot the area with the Biscayne Bay and the hotel.

I should be there in my room. But my room is no longer sunny and full of optimism. And it has been tarnished by what happened in there this morning.

I no longer look at it like it’s a sacred space, a refuge, and a safe haven, and it no longer suggests tranquility and peace.

The walls are now imbued with my twisted emotions.

My panic fueled by my fear of losing my phone.

The clash between Kai and me.

The red dress ruined on the floor.

The sheets carrying the memory of two bodies at war with each other.

Never wish for feelings, for feelings can come in shapes you will abhor.

Yes, I was flattered. Even amused. But now, I no longer am, and I have a hole inside me that has rugged edges.

A hole he carved inside me before taking everything away from me.

I wonder where he is.

Is he now car racing? It’s possible.

If there’s an event, why wouldn’t he be there?

Strangely, he hasn’t talked to anyone about it and never invited anyone to join him. Racing is his thing and one of the many things that are only his things. A part of his life he’s never shared with anyone.

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