night before, and Sam. She seemed to be the first thing on his mind every morning. He’d never met anyone as strong, or as stubborn as she was. She gave this place her all, but the longer he was around her, the more he realized she always held a little bit of herself back. He wondered if it was a defense mechanism or something else that kept everyone apart from her. He frowned considering her past, losing both of her parents to cancer, and now running Last Resort, surrounded by death. Knowing each and every person was going to die sooner rather than later, it made sense not to want to get too close to them. Then there was the staff. She’d need to keep separate from them as well, because at some point, they were all going to move on. Not everyone could spend every day for years watching people die.
Glancing over, he saw the clothes she let him borrow from the night before and he frowned. Whose clothes were they? He didn’t think she had a boyfriend; frankly, he didn’t know when she’d have the time to see anyone. She also didn’t seem like the type to screw around for fun. Maybe he’d have to do some more digging. Swinging his legs around to get up out of bed, he stopped himself. Why was he wondering about her? Sure, he came here to dig into her past, figure out how she was scamming people, but it was almost like he was starting to care what happened to her. He rubbed his hands across his face feeling the growth of stubble across the palms of his hands. This place must be getting to him, making him go all soft.
The alarm on his phone went off. Turning it off, he stalked out of the room. It was time to get back to business. Figure out what was going on and get out. He needed to get back to what he was used to, what he knew.
Day 17
Ethan–
I have to admit it is so bizarre here. Now, don’t get all worried thinking something evil is going on. It’s the fact that we’re all dying and yet I don’t know if I’ve ever been closer to anyone since we were living together, or when Mom and Dad were alive. There’s this bond that brings us all together and closer. It’s sad it has to take something like this to bring people together.
Evan
“Ethan! Ethan, wait up!” Dolores called from the garden.
He stopped and turned toward her. “What are you doing up? Shouldn’t you be resting?”
“Shit, I’m dying, not dead. Sam made me rest yesterday. I’m as good as I’m going to be and not about to miss this gorgeous morning.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Smell that? Everything always smells so clean after a good rainstorm. It’s like all the bad stuff is washed away, you know?”
“The rain can’t wash it all away.” He thought back to last night when he was standing outside of his old home in the rain, wishing for everything that went wrong to be washed away and go back to how things used to be.
Dolores moved closer and put her hand on his arm. “The rain is like tears, Ethan. It’s a cleansing, a release. Even if you don’t realize it, they both help.” Squeezing his arm, she gave him a small smile and walked away.
Shaking his head, he started walking toward the main house again. After everything that happened the previous day, he couldn’t remember what was on the schedule. Going into the meeting room, he stopped when he saw most of the employees around the table. “Am I late?” He looked down at his watch.
“No,” Sam said from the doorway. “You’re right on time.” Crossing over to the head of the table, she opened up a folder and tapped it. “Today is going to be our first rehearsal for Shakespeare in the park. We have a few guests who’ve always wanted to act and a few others who are willing to try. The performance is this Saturday, so we are going to be heading down every day from now until then. Since we never know how any guest is going to feel on any given day, we are also going so we can aide them in any way they may need and make sure they fulfill
Glancing over, he saw the clothes she let him borrow from the night before and he frowned. Whose clothes were they? He didn’t think she had a boyfriend; frankly, he didn’t know when she’d have the time to see anyone. She also didn’t seem like the type to screw around for fun. Maybe he’d have to do some more digging. Swinging his legs around to get up out of bed, he stopped himself. Why was he wondering about her? Sure, he came here to dig into her past, figure out how she was scamming people, but it was almost like he was starting to care what happened to her. He rubbed his hands across his face feeling the growth of stubble across the palms of his hands. This place must be getting to him, making him go all soft.
The alarm on his phone went off. Turning it off, he stalked out of the room. It was time to get back to business. Figure out what was going on and get out. He needed to get back to what he was used to, what he knew.
Day 17
Ethan–
I have to admit it is so bizarre here. Now, don’t get all worried thinking something evil is going on. It’s the fact that we’re all dying and yet I don’t know if I’ve ever been closer to anyone since we were living together, or when Mom and Dad were alive. There’s this bond that brings us all together and closer. It’s sad it has to take something like this to bring people together.
Evan
“Ethan! Ethan, wait up!” Dolores called from the garden.
He stopped and turned toward her. “What are you doing up? Shouldn’t you be resting?”
“Shit, I’m dying, not dead. Sam made me rest yesterday. I’m as good as I’m going to be and not about to miss this gorgeous morning.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Smell that? Everything always smells so clean after a good rainstorm. It’s like all the bad stuff is washed away, you know?”
“The rain can’t wash it all away.” He thought back to last night when he was standing outside of his old home in the rain, wishing for everything that went wrong to be washed away and go back to how things used to be.
Dolores moved closer and put her hand on his arm. “The rain is like tears, Ethan. It’s a cleansing, a release. Even if you don’t realize it, they both help.” Squeezing his arm, she gave him a small smile and walked away.
Shaking his head, he started walking toward the main house again. After everything that happened the previous day, he couldn’t remember what was on the schedule. Going into the meeting room, he stopped when he saw most of the employees around the table. “Am I late?” He looked down at his watch.
“No,” Sam said from the doorway. “You’re right on time.” Crossing over to the head of the table, she opened up a folder and tapped it. “Today is going to be our first rehearsal for Shakespeare in the park. We have a few guests who’ve always wanted to act and a few others who are willing to try. The performance is this Saturday, so we are going to be heading down every day from now until then. Since we never know how any guest is going to feel on any given day, we are also going so we can aide them in any way they may need and make sure they fulfill
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