❝You must give up the life you planned in order to have the life that is waiting for you.❞
—JOSEPH CAMPBELL
[X AMBASSADORS ¤ RENEGADES]
DIALOGUE
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They headed up the stairs, he glanced at her when she said she'd forgotten the hoodie to which he told her it was fine. They could always get it later. There were several floors of the villa, could they check it all out? He wanted to, in a sense know the entire layout of the villa, memorize the route to all exits, devise an emergency plan. However that would have to wait, down the hall he noticed another, she approached and said that their rooms where already prepared for them? Really? Couldn't they chose for themselves where they wanted to sleep? Why were they calling all the shots?
Zero noticed he held Loretta's hand a little too firmly, he loosened his grip.
Fine. Whatever.
"Lead the way." He said, and followed her the rest of the way.
Behind a set of doors another room, Lorreta glanced in and let his hand go. He noticed their rooms were only divided by a door. Interesting.
He continued to his side and let the duffle sit on the side table. This was something he'd have to get used to, the uncertainty.
"Is this a cloud top?"
Zero unzipped the duffle so he could pull out her stuff, the folder and diary, give it to her when the lady left.
"Yeah, I guess." He called back, then glanced at the bed behind him. He approached it like a stranger and pressed his hand into it. Then sat down. It yielded beneath him effortless, memory foam? He lay down, yup, memory foam.
"It is cloud-soft." No argument there. Would he sleep on it? Maybe. He stood up and looked around the room, it was smaller than the last one, he frowned. Except the bare closet space and side table there wasn't much. It lacked something he couldn't put a name to.
Zero crossed over to the door, slipped his fingers into the pockets of his jeans and his gaze skirted around her room. The windows were curtained with thick black-outs, frost clung to the glass. Little bears sat on her window seat, she had a wardrobe, mirrored vanity, a side table opposite his wall, and a flat screen against the other wall. What kind of shows or movies would she watch? Most likely Disney stuff.
"What do you think?" He asked, finally his gaze locked on her, she seemed to melt into her bed. Just watching her smile calmed him, he wanted nothing more but to preserve that shimmer of light.