March - Where do you go when you want to get away from the pressures of life?

[not_a_prophecy]

One of the things I like about the hotel is its size. The thing is huge and it's easy to get lost in the rooms and hallways to be alone for a while. There were always so many people around here as we were growing up, so having a lot of space was definitely a plus. There were still a lot of people around, but not quite as many as the first time

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[ny_city_boy]

I was slowly starting to feel like my old self again. Which old self was left up to debate though. The desire to greet a sunrise on a beach was slowly fading away. My dreams weren't constantly about Alexia and the memories I now possessed of hers. I wasn't feeling quite so disconnected from everyone around me. Time heals all wounds they say, but they're liars. I was never going to be okay with what happened to my daughter, but I was working on it not being the destruction of myself

[not_a_prophecy]

Dad had this funny look on his face for just a second when I looked at him, but then I was pretty sure he was amused at how "angry" I'd gotten at the tv and game and all the air between me and the screen. Smirking a bit, I just shrugged and sat down the controller

[ny_city_boy]

"No, not really. I'm not sure your mother would be able to hear you over her music." Or Sarah's music, or Lily's music. There was a lot of music in the hotel right now. Having the enhanced hearing wasn't always a blessing. Especially if Angel was listening to Manilow while Fred had on the Dixie Chicks

[not_a_prophecy]

He said he'd been painting and I smiled a little. It was something he'd always done before and I don't know why but I liked the fact of knowing he still did or had kept it up after everything