Nostalgia for a Valentine’s Day Passed

(a story from long ago… a story I vaguely remember. Well it goes like this..)

As Raine’s heels tick-tocked along the old hostel corridor, she can’t help but remember this very day, several years ago…

“Hey! Thanks for the surprise! But I was very embarrassed!”
“Haha, you didn’t expect that right?”
“Yep. The guitarist had such a good voice. And the song! That’s one of my favourite!”
“Glad you liked it.”
“Yeah, you should have seen how my cheeks started burning…”
“Good!”
“Thanks! Happy Valentine’s Day Gal!”
“You too!”

Raine stopped at the room where she used to stay with her. Nobody stays there anymore. Everyone moved. So have they.

To a different city.
To a different life.

But hopefully still connected,
In one way or another…

She put her hand on the lock
Behind the closed doors, something lurks. It has been there for so long. It wants out.
A carving at the corner of the door caught her eye.

y³ + a² = b²

Raine withdrew her hand.
Bending down, she lay a single red rose on the doorstep.
And left.

There’s no need to see what’s inside the room after all.