Alex's POV
There was absolutely no obligation upon me to stay there anymore. If he wanted to walk away without answering any of my questions, then so be it. I don't care anyway, neither did I have any time to bother myself.
I walked out of the hall, with the door slamming hard behind me.
I ran back to my room, packed my things and got straight to the roof.
Out of the excuse of an entire building complex, the roof was the only worthwhile thing to bet on. It was concrete floored, with walls peeling off and blackened, had black railing around its perimeters, scattered about with garbage and dumped old stuff by the previous tenants. Heaps of dust was collected on the things, with some of it flying around. This made it hazier than the rest of the surroundings. Still, the view was worth it.
If you were to get on at the right time like I was, you could witness the blue hues of dawn shifting to the soft tones of orange and yellow as the sun ripped through the horizon. The sun didn't hit harsh, instead it peeked through the other buildings, casting soft visible rays through the suspended dust.
I could sit there and watch it for ages.
I walked to the dump and pulled out a surviving chair out of the heap. It had dangling legs that would fall out if shook and back-rest that was half torn. Dusting off the seat with the edge of my t-shirt's sleeve, I took a seat, with one leg up, sitting right in front of the magical moment unfolding, missing every passing second of it already.
As soon as I relaxed myself, thoughts began to creep inside my mind, leading to a loud sigh.
'What surprise did he mean?'
'Why was he acting so detached?'
'I didn't even accuse him of a big thing.'
As more and more thoughts spun inside my mind, various conclusions began to arise, not necessarily correct. I could see him through my thoughts, the hot chocolate, the mishap with Matt, the hospital trip, the check out and then the rain... Most importantly, I could see his face, eyes with tears at bay, sulken cheeks and upturned lips, his shaky hands taking out the glasses and tears... Why did he even cry?
More so, why do I remember everything in detail?
I shook my head a few times to get rid of those pin-detailed thoughts, jumping back to reality. The sun was way past the horizon, now shining bright in the sky, hitting sharply at my eyes. I squinted them, covering my face with my arm.
What is wrong with me?
I sprang up, hurrying downstairs to pick up my stuff as I was shifting that day. Walking out of the door, I locked it for the last time ever.
As I walked out of the building and into the Swan Lake, there was a complete change in the atmosphere. There was a sharp rich sweet cherry smell spread across the foyer of the building, which had white marble flooring.
There were few stairs and a ramp that led to the main entrance. There was a guard standing next to it, wearing old parade style outfit. The name plate had a crystal embellished swan for the 'S' monogram and the rest of it carved in white porcelain. The door was made of glass, covered with a gold frame around its edges, with the golden door knob being the cherry on the cake.
'Wow. This is obnoxious.'
As I managed to place all my luggage near the entrance, a concierge trolley appeared with the bellboy, dressed in similar clothes, who placed all my luggage on the trolley.
As I walked inside, the sound of the trolleys echoed throughout the round ceiling hallway, adorned with renaissance style paintings, with the sky background. The floor was symmetrical mosaic in whites and teals, with a layered chandelier hanging down the center, of course made of real crystals.
There was no reception desk. Simply a screen with scanners where the bellboy scanned my luggage.
Clunk.
Two key cards popped out from a slot next to it, catching my attention. I picked it up and looked at it on all sides, with it being blank except my name. I gave one to him and kept one.
As we walked to the room, the hallway was very similar to the snow camp we had visited. Dull warm lighting, carpeted floors, and wooden doors.
'Perhaps he owns this one too?'
I giggled, the bellboy glancing at me.
After a walk of five minutes, we reached the room. He dropped off all the luggage near my room.
"It's okay," I said as I bent to pick my bag.
"I'm afraid I can't allow that, they will not le... Nevermind, please forget I said that," he said, bending his head and fidgeting his fingers.
I tapped his shoulders, "I guess it can't be helped then."
He unloaded my luggage and walked away with one of the cards, leaving me with one behind for myself.
As I opened the door, I was hit with a sweet-foresty scent, that followed me as I entered the suite. The house spanned across a half football field, atleast. The thick, automated silk curtains, the wood flooring, burgundy velvet upholstery and the Roman pillars embedded on to the wall, with gold accents.
It felt like I had entered an old-fashioned palace.
'Margie really must've had people up her sleeves because how can she even afford this for an employee?'
I sat down on one of the long couches, looking outside the wall-window, facing the pool-side designed like a beach, complete with palm trees and shacks.
'Who says money can't buy happiness huh?'
I spanned my arms across the length of the couch, looking around for the television remote so I could put the 55" to some good use.
As my eyes drifted around the room, I spotted something under the coffee table.
It was a crumpled paper. Pink in colour.
I straightened myself, with a my heartbeat increasing pulse by pulse.
I bent down to pick it up, unraveling it so as to not tear it.
There it was.
The 'thank you', scribbled in black ink.