outside the sky was slowly turning to the dark navy blue it was at night, but the horizon still showed the fading bright blue of the sky as the sun started retiring.

The Motel lights you were staying in turned on, giving out bright pink-ish light.

music was playing quietly in the background by your stereo as you laid on the king-size bed, bare foot with just a pair of shorts and a top, painting your nails with the latest 2004 summer fashion magazine laying in front of you on the bed; humming along the music.

the turning of the key was muffled with the music, the door opened and closed. Your boyfriend, Leon, just came back from the near gas station to get some stuff. You recently felt him a little more distant than usual. Once he was back from his mission and you confronted him, he suggested to leave for a while, saying the main cause was his job (and his trauma too as you suspect).

When you asked for further explenation, he didn't say anything, just dodging the questions like a professional. Not like he told you what his latest mission was about. Not that you have completely given up on finding out about it. You knew it was reserved information, but you were his girlfriend after all...

Nevertheless, you complied, definitely. And so he took you to California, in a random motel: he knew you liked that stuff, so he purposely didn't take you to a hotel. Even so, he still felt distant to you.

huffing, he took off his jacket and put it on a chair, revealing his navy blue compression shirt, he lazily threw the bag on the bed and sat on the front edge of the bed, while you were laying near the right side's nightstand where the stereo was, near the headboard and pillows.