Fallen Comrade

[Zeltak]

[font=Fixedsys][color=#FFFFFF]Personal entry, #6
[font=Palatino Linotype][color=#FF0000]"Abandoned."

The clock was ticking...

I waited; One hour, two hours, three hours, I waited...

I was not known for being impatient, but the anxiety for her arrival was rising.

"She said the word 'maybe' to me.
'Maybe' she hesitated...
'Maybe' she would not come...
'Maybe' I was wrong..."

These thoughts kept running through my head over and over again, like I was humming a song for myself.

Seven hours had vanished, my hope... had vanished. She would not see me and she would not believe me.

"It seems Sonja never realized that she were the questions and the answers." I sighed, and then... and then the fury spawned within me. This relentless anger... I was thrown into a state of berserk. I kept screaming "Why, why!?" as I tore the whole room apart.

"What did I do to deserve this? All I asked for was one chance, one chance to make up for my mistake. But it was too much to ask, now that bitch won't even see me! Chyort voz'mi!"

This man who was staying in the room next me, I had caught his attention from all the ruckus I had caused. He took a quick notice on how I trashed my room and walked out as he was done.

Later, I found out that he had payed for the damages in my room. The only thing he left behind him was a piece of paper, lying there on my desk:

[font=Courier New][color=#FFFFFF]I know who you are and what you were. We need to talk but not here, meet me in two days at Freeport 9.
- Signed C.R.