The Hotel de la Plage

The Hotel de la Plage

It’s been seven years since Betty heard from him... Though time has passed, she cannot help but think of him sometimes...to question the reasons for his departure...Of course, she has since rebuilt her life and is now married to a wonderful man with whom she had a beautiful little girl, now one year old. So, when this very banal day of September, she heard knocking at the entrance, she wasn't at all prepared for the surprise that awaited her. She opened the door and discovered him, stunned.

   'Hello,' he stammered.
She resisted the urge to pinch herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. She wanted to answer but no sound could come out of her mouth.

   'Nice house,' he commented, and pretty child,' he added, referring to the little girl Betty was holding in her arms. He would smile but the atmosphere was more than tense.
   'What are you doing here?' she articulated.

   'I came to apologize and give you the explanations you deserve. I also hoped maybe I could pick up where we left off, but I realize how impossible and stupid that is.... You have your life now and you’re happy. I might even be better off leaving immediately,' he suggested, his smile had erased and he was ready to turn around when she held him.

   'Stay here. I will not let you fly away a second time without explanation.' retorted, and despite all the anger that invaded her, she could not help but think how beautiful he was. She went to drop off her daughter and came back, so she blew up:

   'How could you do such a thing to me? And you have the audacity to come back in more . Nah but I don’t believe it! Did you think of me for one second? Selfish bastard! I spent a year waiting for you, moping, thinking you were dead!' she screamed with all her voice.

He was about to respond, defend himself, but suddenly, transported by a force he was unable to repress, he grabbed her and kissed her. She initially seemed to want to push him away but ended up letting herself be done. It was a fiery kiss, at the end of which he whispered:

   'I am back, and I will never leave you again.'

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