"Dear friend, someone wants him out of her life. Yet, you think he is the best thing that happened to you. I hope for your sake that you are right. However, every combination is unique. Maybe you two will be good for each other." he didn't say. She doesn't need to hear a doubter.
Instead, he said "That's good!" and meant it.
He booked himself a room in a hotel. Paid good money for it. It was expensive but the overpriced service was still better than being under served for a reasonable price. This was necessary. He will be fine until his savings run out. Living as if there was no tomorrow was his thing. No, that is not quite right. Living as if nothing better will happen tomorrow was his thing.
There are times when strangers are better to be around. The balcony overlooked the swimming pool. In the mid-day sun everyone at the pool was just happy to be in and around the water. There was no music drowning the voices of children. The grown-ups were inaudible from this distance. Those alone observed the others and those together occasionally exchanged a few words.
A bit of guilt surfaced, watching them from up there. He chose to behave as if someone was watching him as well from somewhere.
How long would a sheet of paper take to fall from here? Where will it land?
Being near-sighted helped him avoid vertigo. In the past he would have been shaking by now, clutching the railing. Things now appeared almost two dimensional. He started sketching the scene in his large notebook.
As a final touch he added a drifting piece of paper to the scene. Too bad he couldn't draw the wind.
He did write in tiny letters: "It's a nice day, isn't it? 🙆".
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