It was early Sunday morning when Louis woke up in his hotel room.
Alone.
He thought about the previous night. He couldn't help talking aloud to himself.
"Simply amazing. Last night was simply amazing. What is it about her? Whenever I'm with her I feel like a different person. A better person."
He felt the need to tell her these things. So he dialed her number and held his breath until he heard her soft voice answer.
"Hello?"
"Hey Justine."
"Oh hey Louis. What time is it?"
"Oh shit. It's a little past 5 a.m. Sorry for waking you, but I just had to talk to you."
He proceeded to tell her everything that he was feeling. Every thought that was floating through his mind.
"I've been thinking, and I was wondering how you would feel about me staying in LA for a little bit longer. I came here to rediscover myself. To figure out what exactly it is that I want to do with my life. And I've come to the conclusion that I'll never truly know what I want to do. But I do know one thing. I know that I want to stay here and be with you. And if that means leaving my previous life behind, and starting all over again, then I'll do just that. Just let me know that you want me to stay and I will. In my short existence I have loved and in return been loved. This feeling of unrequited love is something new though. I don't know whether to let it go or embrace it with all my might. And that scares me so much. But I can deal with that as long as I know that you'll still be there the next morning. You may not love me, and you may think that I'm crazy for saying that I love you, but that's all that I know and everything that I'm willing to admit. So what do you say? What would you have me do?"
"Go home."
"What?"
"Just go home Louis. It was fun, but that's all that it was ever going to be. You're an awesome guy. I really mean that. But I don't love you. I won't love you. I'm sorry, but this is how it has to be. You need to go back to Manhattan. You need to go home. Goodbye Louis."
"Goodbye Justine."
"Goodbye Los Angeles."
