A Sister’s Journey pt. 8

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Morgin Davis, Contributor

(Emily’s point of view)

The hallway was dimly lit by a few flickering lights. The burnt out bulbs were reminders that all things die out in the end and in order to be useful to others, you have to change. The young man kept walking, passing countless doors that had “do not disturb” signs hung on the knob.

“I thought you said I was the first customer you’ve had?” I asked, breathlessly as I tried keeping up.

Laughing, he said, “You are, but technically I shouldn’t have told you that. We keep the signs up just in case other people do show up and it looks like we have customers.”

We stopped abruptly and I slid into him, pushing him into the metal door. The smack echoed, and I burst out laughing. He shook his head, dark hair flopping into his eyes. He smiled and we stared into each other’s eyes. The room melted away and it was just the two of us. I stepped back, breaking eye contact. “Can I get my key please?” I asked, clearing my throat. Puzzled, he held the key out in front of him and I hurriedly grabbed them. I opened the door and stood in the doorway, the young man still looking at me. “Goodnight Mr. Someone,” I said, zipping up my jacket.

“It’s Noah. What’s your name?” he replied.

I whispered out, “Emily” and he smiled.

“That’s a pretty name,” he said, “Goodnight Emily.” I waved and closed the door, laying back against it. Sighing, I threw myself on the bed and quickly fell asleep.

The morning sun drifted in through the cracked window. I rolled out of the dusty covers and stood. I gathered my things and looked at the map. I was going in the right direction and I knew it would probably be another days journey. I folded the paper and walked to the front desk again. It was empty and I felt a wave of disappointment wash over me. Noah probably didn’t work through the night, that would be crazy. I set the key down and turned to leave when he sauntered out of a backroom.

“Well good morning! Leaving so soon?” I nodded and continued on my way. Saying goodbye was always rough for me. I walked out the front doors and looked up to the sky. It was a beautiful day to make my new life.