a quiet night, from the hotel terrace you could see the lights of the buildings and hear the passing of the vehicles. Charlotte, the girl next door, was standing next to you, smoking a cigarette. these last few days you two became close, so much so that she didn't want to know when you would leave, but she softly murmured – "when are you leaving?" she softened her smile, not wanting to show what she felt at your response, "tomorrow."

a thousand ideas went through Charlotte's mind, she wanted you to stay, you made her feel something in the emptiness inside her. even so, she only gave a brief answer, knowing that you had to work and she had to stay with John, even though he made her feel bad.

"I'll miss you..."