Room 814: Friday Night
Maia sat staring at the pink roses, her room service uneaten beside her. Lemon the stuffed dog was tucked next to her as she held the phone in her hands. Give her space, give her time Maia wiped a tear away and sat the phone down. "She needs time." She said to Lemon as she wiped away another tear. "S'all she needs, it's- it's time." Maia swallowed harder, she had gone by the apartment to grab all the bills and make sure they were paid and mailed off that morning. She didn't leave a note though, she was giving Rose space and time.
She leaned back into the couch, sleeping in the bed was not going to happen, she had given that idea up the first night, besides, if she closed her eyes tight enough; the back of the couch felt a little bit like Rose was there just out of her reach behind her.
She leaned back into the couch, sleeping in the bed was not going to happen, she had given that idea up the first night, besides, if she closed her eyes tight enough; the back of the couch felt a little bit like Rose was there just out of her reach behind her.