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"Good morning Mr Sleepy," she smiled.

"Morning," I said. I watched her as she dried herself and put her underwear on. She had an amazing figure.

She came and sat on the bed.

"So what happens now?" she asked.

"We should have breakfast," I said. "I'm hungry."

"No, you know." She paused. "After that."

Oh.

"I don't know. What do you think?"

"I think we have a good time together."

"Yes. We definitely do."

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"I could come with you. If you like."

I felt like kissing her. I hesitated, not sure what to do. Why was I hesitating? This girl was great.

"It's OK," she said. "I understand. You told me you planned to travel alone and meet people. I understand."

"No. No, hang on. Hang on. It's just..." I sat up, and stopped to think what I would say next. I wasn't ready for this conversation. I thought I'd have at least a few days.

"It's OK. We'll talk about it over breakfast," she said.

She looked into my eyes as she ran her fingers down the side of my face. She smiled at me, her wide, sad smile. She looked so vulnerable. She sat for a while, then leaned forward and whispered softly in my ear.

"You know, I would follow you anywhere. I really would."

I didn't say anything.

"But you just never know, sometimes this is the only chance we have. No-one lives forever, you know"

I looked at her, puzzled. It struck me as a very odd thing to say. She paused, as if thinking about something.

"But everything happens for a reason."

That conclusion seemed to satisfy her. She kissed me gently on the forehead and stood up.

"Go and have a shower and I'll see you in the courtyard for breakfast."

I had a long shower to help myself wake up and to give myself time to think things over. I was planning to head south. To Koh Samui, to Koh Pha-Ngan. To beach parties, to new people, to freedom, to untold adventures. I didn't want any complications. But I really liked this girl. There was something different about her and I felt a real connection. I couldn't figure it out for the life of me.

I got dressed and walked out into the courtyard to find Amy. I couldn't see her at the tables so I figured she must have gone back to her room. I went to her room and knocked on the door. There was no answer.

I walked back to the courtyard and looked around one more time before going inside to the front desk. A sinking feeling started to come over me.

"Did you see a tall Asian girl here with a blue shirt?" I asked the lady at the front desk.

"Yes, yes," she said. "She just leave."

"Well where did she go?" I asked

"I don't know. She check out. She take tuk tuk."

"How long ago?"

"About twenty minute."

"You have no idea where she went?"

"No sir. Sorry."

Goddammit. Fuck. I thought about getting on the motorbike and going after her. But it was a big city and she could be anywhere. Where would I even begin? Maybe the bus station? The airport? I'd never find her.

I walked back to the courtyard and sat down. Goddammit. A lady came over to take my order.

Why was every nice girl I ever met so much smarter than me?

"Give me bacon and eggs," I said. I thought about it for a minute. As she walked away, I called out "...and some Thai whisky."

She stopped and turned around. "You wan' whisky?" she asked, astonished. It was nine-thirty in the morning.

Fuck. What was wrong with me? She was a great girl. She was someone real. I should have jumped at the chance of traveling with her. I was completely insane. What if she was the One? What One? There's no One. But I really liked her. And who knows, things might have worked out. We seemed happy together. What was wrong with being happy? I don't know. Maybe I wanted a different kind of happy. Are there really different kinds of happy?

The waitress thought I was crazy. Who orders whisky with their breakfast? She was right. It was weird, even in Thailand.

Goddammit, what had I done? Why didn't I just hold onto her and tell her I wanted her to go with me wherever I went? That she was the one for me and I never wanted to be apart from her? Because that was stupid, that's why. Because I'd just met her. But what if she was right? what if things really do happen for a reason? What does that even mean? It's just some bullshit that girls say. Every guy knows it doesn't mean anything. The smart ones just pretend to believe it to keep the girls happy because it doesn't cost them anything and it gets them laid. What the hell did I know? I was on holiday - why did I always think so fucking much?

I called the waitress back.

"Cancel that. I've got to go look for a friend of mine."

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Submitted by Simon Tierney