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Luckily, Margot didn�t have much to pack. She wasn�t a poor girl. Not at all. She just chose not to own in excess. She had a few clothes, a few books, and a few CDs. What she kept most dearly to her heart were her memories, the memories of her sister. The sister that had been there for her no matter what. The sister that she had loved so dearly. And always would.
Margot�s mind wandered to Lucas. She had loved him once. And he had loved her back�but things had changed. She mentally slapped herself.
�What are you doing? You said you wouldn�t think about him anymore.�
Who are you kidding? He�ll probably always haunt you. Besides, you do still love him, She thought glumly.
She hopped into her office chair and logged online. Within minutes she found a good plane ticket for the next day.
�Perfect.� She thought to herself.
It was pretty late at night by that time so she lazily walked into her bedroom and pulled off her clothes. She quickly slipped into a tank top and plaid boxers and fell into her large bed. She immediately closed her eyes, immensely enjoying the feel of soft cotton against her bare arms and legs. Seconds before succumbing to sleep, Margot�s expression slowly morphed from bliss to a look of painful sadness as she remembered the events of the past day.
It was just one day. Things are going to be better tomorrow. You�ll be fine tomorrow.
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After JC found a place to stay, got his things together and bought a plane ticket, he found himself sitting in the living room of his comfortable home. He had been thinking for at least an hour. And for a hurt, angry and dejected young man, thinking was not what he needed to be doing. He had been asking himself the same question, over and over for more than 60 minutes.
Why?
And he still couldn�t come up with a decent answer. Obviously, he had done something to make Roxanne angry; obviously he had done something to make her want to stray. But he couldn�t for the life of him think of what it could be.
Why?
There it was again. The word that so many people overlooked everyday. The word that so many people didn�t give a second thought when it was used. The word that was slowly driving him insane.
I need to stop thinking this way�I need to stop thinking in general.
JC abruptly stood from his seat on the plush sofa and walked to his bedroom. He stripped until all he wore were his boxers and a thin white wife beater. All he could do was think about was tomorrow. Tomorrow he would be happier. Or at least he would convince himself that he would be. Tomorrow he�d be in the little place he liked to call his sanctuary. But tonight�sleep.
He collapsed into his massive bed and closed his eyes tightly.
Tomorrow will be better�I promise you.
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