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He's going to hate himself for this.
Not himself,"himself".The one who suddenly appeared in his clothes.He had his face, and his mind…… He,his future self, faced his anger with that subtle smile,looking as if he didn't care.
He really was awful.Why leaving him behind?He knew exactly how lonely he was. He had nothing.He did it on purpose.
He wanted to strike that door,though he knew there's nothing waiting behind.When he realized he was already doing that, the shade on his nails was scratched a bit.He hoped that the hotel walls were thick enough, no one being disturbed by him.At the same time,he wanted someone to find him,walk in,hug him,and tell him it's okay being angry:he'd been an asshole leaving him like this.
He straightened his clothing and walked out.Anita was at the reception, two cups on her desk.She handed him one.
"Hot chocolate,"she said."I suppose you should also enjoy your own service sometimes."
He got the cup in his hands,and it's perfectly warm.He sat and started drinking in silence.
That rage does not fade.