Poor hotel service.

Cornelia's Point of View

I consider myself extremely fortunate to have Elizabeth as a friend. She had given me a few dollars in cash, which I was currently using to hail a cab.

"Please take me to a nearby hotel." I said to the cab driver, and he promptly nodded his head.

The cab driver followed my instructions, and I was soon at a five-star hotel.

I paid the cab driver and went straight inside the hotel.

I was able to book a room using my credit card and was soon seated on my hotel room bed.

I had booked a suit in the hopes that the luxurious room would make me feel better about myself, but the room reminded me of Arthur.

The room reminded me of the first night Arthur and I spent together, when we were both hooked up in a hotel.

"Arrrghhh!" I screamed because I was in a bad mood.

I hate breaking up with Arthur, but I'm also aware that breaking up with him would be beneficial to him.

I was still sitting on the hotel bed, thinking about how messed up my life is.

I accepted my condition