After it seemed like she had been walking for hours, Maria finally reached her house and threw herself onto her bed, sobs wrenching out of her. Luckily her mother wasn't home, or she'd probably be wondering what Maria was doing home at 12:30 in the afternoon- thank God for small miracles!
She was startled out of her self-pity by a faint but persistent rapping on her window. Hastily she wiped her eyes and lifted the shade. Michael peered in at her, his eyes pleading with her to let him in. She opened the window, and he stepped inside. The two stood several feet apart, neither saying a word. The sound of Maria's clock beside her bed was deafening in light of their silence. Finally, Michael accepted defeat and retreated back through Maria's bedroom window. Pain ripped through her, and her sobs were renewed. Unbeknownst to her, Michael was still watching her from outside. He saw her grief and his cold heart began to twist with guilt.
She was startled out of her self-pity by a faint but persistent rapping on her window. Hastily she wiped her eyes and lifted the shade. Michael peered in at her, his eyes pleading with her to let him in. She opened the window, and he stepped inside. The two stood several feet apart, neither saying a word. The sound of Maria's clock beside her bed was deafening in light of their silence. Finally, Michael accepted defeat and retreated back through Maria's bedroom window. Pain ripped through her, and her sobs were renewed. Unbeknownst to her, Michael was still watching her from outside. He saw her grief and his cold heart began to twist with guilt.