Room 213 Page #3

Oh Lord.

Please forgive me,

For my sins.

I was swayed by flesh yet again.

Lord, please help me fight this.

I don't want you to get the wrong

impression of me.

What we did last night...

This is the last time

we'll see each other.

Why?

Because this is wrong.

I can't understand her.

What you had together

was too intense.

She just needs to cool off.

The fire reminded me

just how tinder-dry the world is.

Ready at any moment to ignite.

Hello?

Were you sleeping?

No, no.

Then what are you doing?

Nothing. Taking a bath.

You sound guilty!

No, I don't.

Have you seen any sights?

Other than the building sites,

All I've seen is the hotel room.

Maybe you're working on

something else over there.

When are you coming home?

That's why I'm calling.

I'll be here another week.

You promised.

Don't worry, I'll buy you a present.

You've still never told me,

Why you and your husband

have a problem.

Why would I tell you?

Don't evade the question.

Even in our first year of marriage,

Work was the priority.

He was always at work.

I started looking at other men.

On our fourth marriage anniversary,

my husband was away.

I was lonely.

Alone.

I found myself with another man.

And he found out'?

I told him.

Why did you tell him?

To show him what I'm capable of.

Since then

he never trusted me again.

He might be alarmed

if he finds out we're together a lot.

Don't worry.

He won't find out.

My husband did come back

for my birthday.

Probably as a surprise.

You women are really crazy.

I can't understand any of you!

Love is always complicated.

Help me.

I need to see her again.

Hello?

Come in.

Listen.

Nothing is sure in this world.

Don't let opportunities pass you by.

As the sun rises on my birthday,

Our three lonely souls...

Became one.

What happened in the past,

happened again.

It's been weeks

since I last saw my husband.

I haven't been back

to that room again.

The room that was meant to

bring us together,

is the reason why

we're now so far apart.

Now all I do is sit in his favorite spot

and hope for the door to open...

and find my husband's return.

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