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Much to Emily’s dismay, Remington continued his cleaning of her meager belongings.  He would frequently come over while she was at work, making the bed that she had left unmade and scrubbing her toilet to a frightening shine.  Emily still hadn’t paid him a single cent, despite the fact that he had told her only the first visit was free.

Things only got creepier when he started leaving bouquets of roses next to her bed.  The first time it happened, Emily had hoped the roses were from someone else.  Perhaps from a secret admirer.  Of course, she was not to be so lucky.  She threw the roses in the garbage immediately, only to find a new bouquet next to her bed the next day.  If there had been any question in Emily’s mind about Remington’s intentions, they were washed away with the mysteriously reappearing roses.

After the tenth bouquet of roses, Emily began to realize just how lonely she was.  She found the roses next to her bed as always, but instead of feeling the disgust and creepiness in the gesture, she found a warm feeling in her stomach.  She was all alone in this new town.  It had been just over three weeks now, and she had no one.  Except Remington.  The minute those thoughts entered her mind, Emily knew something was wrong.  She should not be happy to have the affection of some crazy stalker!  With this realization, Emily did something she never thought she would do—she entered an internet chatroom, looking for some sort of companionship.

It was in this chat room that Emily met Ravi.  Over the next few weeks, Emily chatted with Ravi on a daily basis.  He was the sweetest, most sensitive soul she had ever met.  His sense of humor was unmatched, and he always found a way to make her feel better.  So it was no surprise, that when Emily found herself laid off from her job, she sought out Ravi.

Ravi, of course, made Emily feel better immediately.  He told her that being laid off could be a blessing in disguise.  Perhaps a little time off would allow her to focus on herself again, to let her really discover who she was and what she wanted.  More importantly, maybe some time off would give her time to meet him.

Emily was thrilled when Ravi suggested that they meet.  It was finally clear that he felt the same way about her as she did about him.  Was it love?  She wasn’t sure, but it definitely had potential.  So it was that Emily and Ravi arranged to meet at a local bakery that was half way between both of their homes.  Emily sat at the small table in the dining area of the bakery, nervously awaiting her first glimpse of the man who could be exactly what she’d been looking for all along.

When a teenager approached the table where Emily sat, she tried to look away, unsure about why a kid would be approaching her.  Even as she tried to avoid his gaze, however, a knot formed in her stomach.  This couldn’t be happening.  It was a mistake.  This boy could not be Ravi.  Of course, no matter how much she told herself these things, she couldn’t make it true.  Ravi was, in fact, the teenager standing before her.

“I’m sorry,” Emily said, as she stood to shake the hand of the teenager.  “I expected…well, I expected someone a little older.”

“What is age?”  Ravi countered.  “It is only a number.  I’m still the same person you met, and chatted with.  Does it matter what my age is?”

Emily didn’t know what to say.  Of course it mattered!  How could she tell this boy though?  As she struggled with words, a presence washed over her.  Emily looked behind her slightly, and spotted the one person who seemed to be a constant in her life:  Remington.

Without thinking, Emily turned to Remington, wrapped her arms around him, and kissed him deeply.  Perhaps it was the coward’s way out: a way to reject Ravi without having to say it out loud.  Or maybe it was a way for her to deny to herself that she had fallen for a man who wasn’t a man at all.  Whatever the reason, Emily’s plan worked.  Ravi walked out of the bakery.  Emily never saw the crushed expression of the teenager or the tears that filled his eyes as he pushed through the glass doors of their meeting place.

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There has to be more out there than this.

Those are the words that started me on the path I now travel.  I felt so lost and alone, even surrounded by people who supposedly cared about me, even loved me.  I didn’t have a bad life.  That wasn’t it at all.  In fact, an outside observer would probably have called my life pretty good.  I worked as a high school English teacher; I rented a pretty nice apartment in a decent part of the city; I had friends I went out with every weekend; I even had a pretty serious boyfriend.  So yeah, from the outside, my life seemed pretty damn good.  I should have been happy.  Hell, I was luckier than most of my friends, all things considered. 

But I wasn’t happy.  In fact, I felt like there was a huge gaping hole inside of me.  I was empty.  I couldn’t explain it then, and I certainly can’t explain it now.  There was no reason for the feeling emptiness.  There was no logical reason for why I felt so alone, so incomplete, so uneasy.  So I kept the feelings to myself.  I never told anyone how miserable I really was.  Then one day, I just left.  Just like that.  Gone.  I didn’t tell anyone—not my friends, not my boyfriend.  I just packed up the bare necessities and turned my keys into the apartment manager.  Then I disappeared.

So here I am.  Trying to find the “more” that I know is out there somewhere.  I can’t tell you why I chose Sellwood to start my life over.  I don’t even know the answer to that question.  I was just driving, and this is where I happened to stop.  There doesn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to my choice.  It just…is.  I’m not sure how long I’ll be here.  I guess it depends on if I find whatever it is I’m looking for, or if history repeats itself.