(a week ago in south America)........"WHAT? You can't love because your of your dead girlfriend! After all these years Willow, and you're still mourning over that little bitch....."
It was supposed to be a special night. I've never said it or felt it before and I wanted to share.Three little words. Just three little words, that led into a huge arguement. I don't know why I said those awful things, I didn't mean them, so why did I say them. I fell head of heels for someone then turn around and rip their heart. I didn't even stop her from leaving I was too stubborn. Now I find myself locked in L.A. airport bathroom with one of Willows Spell Books. I took a phone book from the phone station and ripped out all the hotel yellow pages in the L.A. area. I put some of her stinky herbs around the yellow pages. Now on comes the chanting Hopefully this spell will go right and not turn me into a pig.
"Aqui meu chamado, traz quarto meu desejo está ele meu mostrará onde está!"
The names of the Hotels started disappearing one by one. Till there was one left, the Hyatt Regional. I cleaned up my mess. I got a cab and was on my way.
..."I love you, willow!".............."What, what's wrong? Can you not say it back?"
I couldn't stop thinking about it. I feel empty without her, lost. I need her. The cab dropped me off at the hotel. I went directley the the check-in counter. The guy standing there was starring me up and down. Normally I'd threaten to rip his balls off but They're more important things to do now.
"Yes, I'm here to see Willow Rosenburg do you know her room number?"
After I said her name he gave me a very shaddy look. He started starring at me harder than before. Jesus, what's with these L.A. people!
"Umm yes, it's on the sixth floor and the room number is 66"
Well 666 obviously was not a good sign. I took the stairs. I needed time to think about what I was going to say to her. The closer I got the more nervous and upset I got. I finally got up to the sixth floor and tears were already coming down my eyes.
"Room 66!" I took a deep breath, and wiped my eye's even though they wouldn't stop flowing. I knocked really hard on the door, and she opened it. I choked up...
It was supposed to be a special night. I've never said it or felt it before and I wanted to share.Three little words. Just three little words, that led into a huge arguement. I don't know why I said those awful things, I didn't mean them, so why did I say them. I fell head of heels for someone then turn around and rip their heart. I didn't even stop her from leaving I was too stubborn. Now I find myself locked in L.A. airport bathroom with one of Willows Spell Books. I took a phone book from the phone station and ripped out all the hotel yellow pages in the L.A. area. I put some of her stinky herbs around the yellow pages. Now on comes the chanting Hopefully this spell will go right and not turn me into a pig.
"Aqui meu chamado,
traz quarto meu desejo
está ele meu mostrará onde está!"
The names of the Hotels started disappearing one by one. Till there was one left, the Hyatt Regional. I cleaned up my mess. I got a cab and was on my way.
..."I love you, willow!".............."What, what's wrong? Can you not say it back?"
I couldn't stop thinking about it. I feel empty without her, lost. I need her. The cab dropped me off at the hotel. I went directley the the check-in counter. The guy standing there was starring me up and down. Normally I'd threaten to rip his balls off but They're more important things to do now.
"Yes, I'm here to see Willow Rosenburg do you know her room number?"
After I said her name he gave me a very shaddy look. He started starring at me harder than before. Jesus, what's with these L.A. people!
"Umm yes, it's on the sixth floor and the room number is 66"
Well 666 obviously was not a good sign. I took the stairs. I needed time to think about what I was going to say to her. The closer I got the more nervous and upset I got. I finally got up to the sixth floor and tears were already coming down my eyes.
"Room 66!" I took a deep breath, and wiped my eye's even though they wouldn't stop flowing. I knocked really hard on the door, and she opened it. I choked up...
"I'm...so sorry"
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