Morning after

She woke up in sweat, too much hot, with a ray of light hitting her right eye and the sound of the waves making a peaceful melody. There were still rose petals all over the room and her underwear on the floor. Sally took a moment to absorb that wonderful feeling and made an attempt to recall something, anything that happened last night, and then the big mess came into her mind, making her let down. She moved forward in order to get up when she found an envelope by her side, her eyes had a blurred vision due to her sleep, but she got to work out her name written on the outside. It was Patrick’s handwriting. Breathlessly, she opened it and grabbed roughly the little piece of soft paper that was waiting to be read. “You warned me not to fall in love, I’m afraid I have, Sally. You’re my life. That’s why we have to stop seeing each other, because our plan is not working and this can end up in no good.” She took a moment to breath, hard. She felt her mind was blank at that point and she couldn’t work out any of her feelings. Patrick was gone, forever. She couldn’t believe it. She had promised herself way before she met him that she wouldn’t be involved in love, but, just in that moment, that second she finished reading that letter, surprisingly she found out she was already too deep inside it, and there was just no way back.


S.