On our final day together, Nate said he had things he had to take care of for a while, but he would be back soon. Nate even said I was free to roam around the hotel, but it did seem like he didn't want me to go outside without him. That's understandable enough... I was in a foreign country, and anything could happen. I could get lost, kidnapped, or maybe even worse. Besides, we already saw the majority of Canada. I didn't mind staying in the hotel. My mind kept drifting back to Nate.
As I continued to think about him, I spotted a pen and paper by the table in the living room. I grabbed both of them and wrote him a letter.
A couple of hours have passed, and I have hidden the letter in his walk-in closet. Nate has also just returned from his trip.
"Hey, Angel." he greeted as he walked
