The sun rose over the low lying roof tops of the squatty town, nestled between fields of soy beans, corn, and wind burdened tree lines. A feelings of loneliness and dread encompassed the hotel room. Dingy. Damp. Over grown with misuse and abusive words.
I slept well enough between scratchy sheets and a lumpy pillow, and the shower last night was passable for warm. Yet, the loss lingers. Loss of a friendship, loss of a traveling companion. Loss of trust in a person you thought held your heart. The truth of the end has no resolution. Not even daylight can crack the code of why.
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