Elie Wiesel's 'Night': A Fictional Narrative

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There is truth in tears.
Eyes closed. My tears have dried. I clearly remember the image embedded in my mind. That touch – that touch of her lips pressed against his. My core trembled seeing the enjoyment it gave him. I feel as if I've been wronged, betrayed, but above all, deceived.
Wings of a black falcon cloaked in white – a white dove. Nothing is as it seems.
It was the night before. I watched him as he got dressed in my suite. I still remember the way he looked at himself in the mirror that sat on my shelf. Grooming his hair, black suit, and tie, he was a completely different person. He trapped me in a web, seduced, spun, surrendered. A sudden jerk as he stared back at me through the mirror, smiling back. Little did I know that the same scenario was to occur that night in her bedroom. He looks at me once more before leaving and kisses me. If only I knew where those lips had been.
I'm alone again in the suite. He told me he'd be back at ten. It was already midnight. I was worried about him but more curious as to what he was doing right now. I decided it was time to find out. I crept out the apartment like a spider in the shadows, trying my hardest not to disturb …show more content…

The Bellagio. It was nearly five am. A purge of emotions overcame me. I was angry, sad, frustrated but at the same time, I felt nothing at all. I felt weak and unsteady. Walking back to the hotel, I spot the same woman from Room 93. She was getting ready for her morning shift in the lobby. Of course. I run to the elevator and click the highest level – the rooftop. The same laugh echoes in my mind. I was screaming but no words came out of my mouth. I hated myself for ever falling in love with him. I hated myself for even being capable of love. The doors open. I run to the balcony and overlook the city. He was never a true lover. Never devoted to me. He was never capable of fidelity, and I was too faithful to comprehend that. The truth streams down my face and I shut my

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