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Delilah. Rose and I settled in the room for the night. I look over at her bed and she is already fast asleep. I dry my hair with a towel as I watch her nap. It’s late but I can hear music and it seems to be coming from the business next door. It seems the motel has a bar too. I’m not ready to sleep, should I just go there and take some time? I walk into the dimly lit confines of the antiquated bar and I find a place to nestle myself after paying for a bottle of beer. The flickering light casts a soft, ethereal glow upon my delicate features, highlighting the subtle melancholy etched upon her expression. Her eyes, framed by wisps of dark hair as I think about Thorn. I wonder what he’s doing. Should I call him? Should I text him? I want to hear his voice but if I’m going to leave, the imp