3 Star Motel
Prompt: Write the last chapter to a novel you have no intention of ever starting.
(#11 http://www.carrieelle.com/2013/05/25-writing-prompts.html)
He sat there reviewing it all. Perhaps it had not been worth it. Regardless, and more importantly, it had happened. Instead of doing nothing, he had done something. He scratched his chin, which was not unlike sandpaper, and set fire to the note. There was no need to save it. The cold cruelty of those words, scrawled in elegant script, would be with him forever.
Out of all of the heartache, this would be the worst. He found a kind of comfort in that. He was free to love again, with abandon, knowing he had endured the purest of pain imaginable, and had broken through to the other side.
He was free in a way she never would be, for the spider is always entranced by its own web.
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