You walk up the steps of the Bellevue Syrene hotel, at the top there’s a sweet man that grins and opens the door for you. “Grazie” you say as you walk into the large open lobby. Searching a crossed the room you spot the front desk and make your way over to it.

“Ciao, come posso aiutarti?” The lady at the desk asks. You stumble for a moment as your Italian isn’t the greatest, and simply reply with “Signore Moretti’s room please”.

She reaches out and hands you a card, “Ecco la tua carta 328.”

“Thank you!” You turn and start walking towards the elevator. The doors slide open for you and you step inside, turn and press 3-2-8. As the elevator comes to a stop, you step out of it and walk down the hallway to room 328. There it is, a tall red door with gold numbers on it. You take

Danielle is someone I hold very close to me. We once were a couple but didn’t really have the chance to become what we should have. We’ve gone our separate ways, but we still talk every once in awhile. I write these stories for her.




Chapter 1

"It has been a while, hasn't it?" I texted to you. Not knowing how you would respond. Luckily you did, with a nice tone of "yes, yes it has :)." Shortly after that we had made dinner plans to catch up. We agreed with Olive Garden. I picked you up at 6pm, stunning as always - you chose to wear a sexy red dress.

Over dinner we discussed everything that's been going on with our lives, new friends, how work has been, how your dogs were doing, and so on. Great food, wonderful company, and of course a bottle of wine to go with it. The whol