Haunted

Restless again, Megan wandered over to the window.  Outside she saw a man standing on the corner.  He had thinning blond hair, and he was gazing up at the hotel with a look of inexpressible sadness on his face: Andy.  Megan stepped back into the shadows, not wanting to embarrass him.  She wondered why he had come.  After all of his determined effort to avoid the traps of their past, what would he say to her?  What would she say to him?

With a little frown Andy lowered his head.  He then turned around and walked away.

Megan let the curtain fall back into place, as an overwhelming sense of loss inside of her did bloody battle with acceptance.  It's okay, she told herself.  Or at least it would be.  She just had to hang in there.  Tomorrow this, too, would all just be a memory.