Theresa walked into the house. Everything was dark and silent. She peaked into the bedroom where she found Ethan, fast asleep. He mumbled little phrases like "I love you, Theresa." Se closed the door and went out to the kitchen. His words made her feel horrible. But why? What reason did she have to feel like the lowest of the low when he said he loved her? Was she falling for someone else? Noah? No! She couldn't let that happen. She belonged with Ethan. She loved Ethan, right?
She turned the kettle on and waited for it to boil, just as the feelings inside her were boiling, ready to burst out in steam. The kettle whistled and she turned it off as soon as possible so it wouldn't wake Ethan. She made herself a cup of chamomile tea. She took it to the living room so she wouldn't disturb Ethan.
She sat on the couch, the darkness beginning to frighten her. At last her eyes focused and she saw a candle in front of her and a box of matches beside her. Without hesitation, she lit the candle. She sipped her tea and just watched the wax melt, becoming transparent in liquid form and dripping down the side of the red taper. The droplets on the candle matched the tear on her cheek. She sniffled and wiped them away.
She had to do something that bored her so she could sleep. She looked around and her eyes landed on a bookshelf filled with old photo albums. She pulled one out at random and opened it. Inside was a bunch of old pictures of herself and her brothers when they were little. Her mother hadn't changed much accept now her worry lines were deeper. She turned the pages. Some pictures made her laugh, like one of little Luis covered from head to toe in mud or baby Miguel splashing water during his bath in the sink. She looked through the book until she saw pictures that made her want to cry. One was Halloween many years ago. Little Theresa was dressed as a fair princess. Next to her was Noah in a cowboy outfit. The two of them looked so happy together. She quickly turned the page, but this was no better. She and Noah, both very young, were asleep on an old couch she recognized as being the Bennetts'. The two young children were in each other's arms and fast asleep, happy as could be. But now there was a different person sleeping in Noah's arms. Theres had to admit it. She was jealous. She also had to admit something else: she was in love with Noah Bennett.
She turned the kettle on and waited for it to boil, just as the feelings inside her were boiling, ready to burst out in steam. The kettle whistled and she turned it off as soon as possible so it wouldn't wake Ethan. She made herself a cup of chamomile tea. She took it to the living room so she wouldn't disturb Ethan.
She sat on the couch, the darkness beginning to frighten her. At last her eyes focused and she saw a candle in front of her and a box of matches beside her. Without hesitation, she lit the candle. She sipped her tea and just watched the wax melt, becoming transparent in liquid form and dripping down the side of the red taper. The droplets on the candle matched the tear on her cheek. She sniffled and wiped them away.
She had to do something that bored her so she could sleep. She looked around and her eyes landed on a bookshelf filled with old photo albums. She pulled one out at random and opened it. Inside was a bunch of old pictures of herself and her brothers when they were little. Her mother hadn't changed much accept now her worry lines were deeper. She turned the pages. Some pictures made her laugh, like one of little Luis covered from head to toe in mud or baby Miguel splashing water during his bath in the sink. She looked through the book until she saw pictures that made her want to cry. One was Halloween many years ago. Little Theresa was dressed as a fair princess. Next to her was Noah in a cowboy outfit. The two of them looked so happy together. She quickly turned the page, but this was no better. She and Noah, both very young, were asleep on an old couch she recognized as being the Bennetts'. The two young children were in each other's arms and fast asleep, happy as could be. But now there was a different person sleeping in Noah's arms. Theres had to admit it. She was jealous. She also had to admit something else: she was in love with Noah Bennett.