The pair stood in the doorway to Shaniqua's Motel room staring at the ground, both hoping the other would speak first for what seemed like hours. Maybe it was. Shaniqua spoke first. "What do you want?" she asked. "Another chance," he replied. "It's over, Judas." "Listen, I know I made mistakes. You did too. But I still love you. My feelings for you haven't changed," he insisted. "I need time to think," Shaniqua whispered almost to herself. "Ok baby..." "Don't call me that." "Alright. I'm staying down the hall. 209. Let me know when you make your decision."
Shaniqua didn't reply, sitting in silence as she watched him walk out. Glancing at the clock, she noticed it had been hours. 6:30 in the morning. Shaniqua got back in bed. The sun rose. The sun set. She didn't move. The gurney and the men in blue came.
Shaniqua sat up and looked around. She was in the hospital. A muffled groan came from the bed next to her, from the bed of Christophe Moreau. For 6 hours, the two talked about everything. Life, politics, and Judas. As she was escorted out in a wheelchair, Shaniqua realized she had a lot of thinking to do.
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