I think they are gonna pester me about the rent. It can't be more than a day overdue, two at the most. Maybe three. I might as well order room service again, I can't pay anyhow. I just want to catch a glimpse of you again, like I did once before. The static feel colder now, formless and empty.

I remember the last time I saw you, i was a year ago, in this very hotel room. Excactly a year ago. The hiss from the television sounded different, I think it was what made me stop at that particular dead channel. You looked so vunerable as you stood there, all nude. I think you knew I was there. Maybe you even know I still think about you when I masturbate.

I'm in the shower again. The hiss of the water calms me. It reminds me of the sound of the shower when we first met, in this very hotel five years ago. You didn't want me to peek at you in the shower, but I did so anyway. You sreamed, then you laughed and invited me closer. I embraced you, careful not to thouch your breasts. It was futile, though, I still got hard, I just couldn't help myself. You smiled knowingly and touched my erection. We made love until the water turned cold.

I'm still not sure why you decided to kill yourself here, in this hotel room. I got the call late at night. When I arrived, they had already taken your corpse away, but the blood was still left in the shower. The police forcefully removed me from the scene, it was two years ago...

I'm in the shame shower where you stood, and I miss you like hell. I've moved the telvision now. Its standing on he toilet, I can clearly see the static. I'll be nice to you, I'll give you the chance I've never got. Come join me in the shower one last time, or I will join you in hell...