RING

< Athaire Starlight Hotel

UTC+2 0811 AM SAT

Room 700 >

He had wanted to tell her to cheer up. It seemed like she was quite bothered by her current situation in life and seeing anyone struggle was not something he enjoyed watching. But how could he? It wasn't his place to say anything. She didn't seem like the type to indulge in emotions either – unless she was drunk. He should be glad it ended without any hiccups. He flicked the card into the trash can without giving another glance. A nice and clean cut. Just like he wanted.

He dropped back down on the couch. Getting a few more hours of sleep would do him good before he had to leave. He closed his eyes but felt the tension remaining. The light was falling on his face. That was the cause of his furrowed eyebrows. It must be.

Suddenly, the cushion underneath his feet began buzzing. He bent over to investigate the cause and found it: a phone. Her other phone. It must have slipped under during his mistake earlier.

He clicked his tongue. This wasn't good. It wasn't a clean cut. He glanced towards the door. Go now and you can catch up with her. He needed to. For a clean cut.

"Damn," he muttered as he pushed himself off the couch and placed the phone in the back pocket of his jeans. But as he was running to the door, a corner of his mouth turned up.