redroofin

It was always the moment he finished that she felt so alone. It wasn’t so much because she was left wanting and waiting. Well, some of that. But it was more the disconnecting that followed, the mental and spiritual separation. Up ‘til then. Fuck, yes! God, she loved what he did and how he did it. But, in the end, always, it came to that, and she always was left with this question: Is that my sacrifice? Is that what I need to let go? Will it always be so? She was tired of the questions, mostly because she didn’t have the answers. There was that one time, when she came through without feeling so abandoned. It was in Dover, New Hampshire. One night. They were stuck in a Red Roof Inn. Car troubles. And it was snowing like crazy. And that night, for whatever reason, it was different. For the past six years she’d been chasing that – a snowy, blizzardy Red Roof in Dover, New Hampshire. And he didn’t even know.