12-23-2020, 09:18 AM
These cheap hotels had a way of all blurring together. Four tired walls, outdated decor, ratty carpeting.
After her many years on the job, Delia had seen it all. Sometimes she even felt more at home in them.
She sat up in that uncomfortable bed as her mind drifted back to fonder times. Those memories would always
revolve around her late husband, Charles. Her Charlie. He was her college sweetheart and the one and only
love of her life. His own being cut far too short by a drunk driver. His death absolutely ruined Delia. It was years
before she could even look at his picture. One thing was certain, those six years of marriage were the best
years of her life.
[Daydream flashback]
The two lovers strolled hand-in-hand along the water's edge. A favorite place for them. Beachfront property
they dreamed of one day buying. They came here as often as time would permit. The smell of the sea alone
was intoxicating. The beauty of the view was a whole other matter. Regardless, this was their place.
On one such occasion, in their final year of college, Charlie decided it was time to make his move. He smiled
and looked into her eyes, the tide washing onto their sand-coated bare feet. Never was there a more intense
gaze of worship than that he gave Delia now. Her heart raced, she could almost feel it. He dropped to one
knee, maintaining that deep devotion locked onto her gorgeous baby blues.
"Delia, I love you with all of my heart and Soul. I Always have and I Always will. You mean the absolute world to me."
She broke, tears running madly as she covered her mouth with both hands.
"And the only life I want to live is with You." he continued.
Reaching into his left pocket, he pulled out a small navy blue ring box. Delia was now sobbing.
He held it up to her and she took it gently with her right hand. Not even bothering to open
it, she fell onto her knees and embraced the man she loved. They both cried the most joyful
tears either one had ever known.
[End of flashback]
She could still feel that cold tide washing upon her knees. Those wonderful memories were rudely
interrupted by a loud, frantic knock on her door. She jumped to answer. It was Alexander. The look
on his face immediately drew her concern.
"We need to talk!" he said, pushing past Delia into her room.
And so it begins...
After her many years on the job, Delia had seen it all. Sometimes she even felt more at home in them.
She sat up in that uncomfortable bed as her mind drifted back to fonder times. Those memories would always
revolve around her late husband, Charles. Her Charlie. He was her college sweetheart and the one and only
love of her life. His own being cut far too short by a drunk driver. His death absolutely ruined Delia. It was years
before she could even look at his picture. One thing was certain, those six years of marriage were the best
years of her life.
[Daydream flashback]
The two lovers strolled hand-in-hand along the water's edge. A favorite place for them. Beachfront property
they dreamed of one day buying. They came here as often as time would permit. The smell of the sea alone
was intoxicating. The beauty of the view was a whole other matter. Regardless, this was their place.
On one such occasion, in their final year of college, Charlie decided it was time to make his move. He smiled
and looked into her eyes, the tide washing onto their sand-coated bare feet. Never was there a more intense
gaze of worship than that he gave Delia now. Her heart raced, she could almost feel it. He dropped to one
knee, maintaining that deep devotion locked onto her gorgeous baby blues.
"Delia, I love you with all of my heart and Soul. I Always have and I Always will. You mean the absolute world to me."
She broke, tears running madly as she covered her mouth with both hands.
"And the only life I want to live is with You." he continued.
Reaching into his left pocket, he pulled out a small navy blue ring box. Delia was now sobbing.
He held it up to her and she took it gently with her right hand. Not even bothering to open
it, she fell onto her knees and embraced the man she loved. They both cried the most joyful
tears either one had ever known.
[End of flashback]
She could still feel that cold tide washing upon her knees. Those wonderful memories were rudely
interrupted by a loud, frantic knock on her door. She jumped to answer. It was Alexander. The look
on his face immediately drew her concern.
"We need to talk!" he said, pushing past Delia into her room.
And so it begins...
