She sat on the immense hotel bed, gazing at the empty room around her. Wrapping her arms around herself, as suddenly she felt extremely cold, she stared up at the ceiling trying to contain her tears. What are you crying about? an inner voice nagged. Isn't this what you wanted? Your freedom? Falling onto her back, she tried in vain to blink the tears out of her eyes. At last, she could go to NY, practically on her own. She was free to attend dance classes every day, and she had a nice place to stay (or so she heard). Her mum's friend Rita seemed so understanding and hospitable... There was no need for the tears. Yet her heart ached. For redemption? For home? For love? For trust? Yes, she wanted trust. It was one thing to have earned freedom, and another to have won freedom on default... because her parents were frustrated? Fed up with her perhaps? It tore at her heart. Even worse, Valentine's day was tomorrow. And Roy's birthday... yet she didn't feel like celebrating... anything... at all... Flinging her arm over her eyes, she took a deep breath and tried to ignore the pang in her chest. She tried to pretend that her parents, her brothers and sister were in the next room. And after what seemed like an eternity, she drifted off into a restless sleep. Comments #1. Ehmmmmm baby, why didn't you wake me? I was right next to you y'know... And happy Valentine's day... I love you
Niels van Loon #2. I love you too, Niels... Amanda van Loon
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