The difference between sanity and insanity were slim, he silently thought to himself. Moments before, he was content, well rested; eager to continue the journey before him. But as he lit his final Marlboro, he felt unbridled rage boil beneath his skin. She was an explosive ball of energy and fury that made his skin crawl yet he continually found himself surrendering to her breathtaking beauty. What was it about her? What was it about her that made him want to follow her? Clearly, she didn't need him. "Fucking women", he muttered as he put out the last of his cigarette.
"Hey man, I hate to bother you, but is everything ok?" a voice echoed apologetically. Before him, Damien saw a man in his late twenties; clean cut, shaven. "What's it to you?" Damien huffed sarcastically. Curiosity, Damien concluded, was a rather insatiable human trait. "Just heard some yelling, wanted to make sure everything is ok", he replied. "But, I will be on my way. If you need anything I will be at the front desk right around the corner."
Damien watched as he slowly walked away. For a moment he contemplated asking the man for the bus schedule. But, the mere thought of leaving her yet again, left him nauseous. She has, and always will be his destiny; the path in which his heart will seize to derail.
An hour had passed before she came out the motel room. He had glanced incessantly upon his watch waiting for her. "Are you going to talk to me now Damien?" "Depends," he started, "Are we going to have a conversation like two adults?"
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