The Inn was dark and desolate..The only sounds that could be heard were the murmur of the fans coming from the ventilation grills. There wasn't much left of the place to remind someone of the times that were had here. The arguments with the lawyers, The good cup of coffee that only Sophie could make, The bragging of our bank balances...and who had lost their keys to the Executive washroom..
All that was left were the shadows of what once was.
Jonathon shakes himself out of his melancholy mood. "There isn't any reason to be like this" he mumbles to himself.
He knows a new place is in construction. A place where all these memories will be renewed with more outlandish ones. A place that will solely be our own. A place that will be called home. This is a dream that is becoming reality. Our stations in Oita are nearing completion. The bar is stocked, our offices are being furnished. But most importantly, Sophie has agreed to move there along with the new establishment.
Jonathon chuckles, "Don't know what I would without Sophie's coffee"
Jonathon takes one last look at the old place, turns around and walks out.
"I sure hope they finish the new place soon" Jonathon thinks...
