Suzie stared at her reflection in the vanity. There were dark
circles under her eyes that stood out against an unaturaly pale face; she
had hardly slept since arriving in California, and when she did sleep her
dreams were filled with Cesar and she would awake crying for him. She
always felt vaguely ill and weak. She longed to feel his arms holding her
again but she had nothing but memories to warm her. As a vision of his dark
emotive eyes flashed through her mind, she broke down into sobs.
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Evan had come to fetch his singer. The band was beginning to get verry annoyed with the new girl and her absenses from rehearsals, and so was he. He liked her well enough, they had interesting conversations, as long as he didn't ask her anything personal, and he generaly considered her a friend; but enough was enough.
He rapped on the door and waited for a response, hearing none, he lay his ear against the door and was suprised to hear crying. He knocked again as he slowly opened the door, to reveal the melancholy beauty with her head and arms in the vanity table, crying brokenheartedly. He walked cautiously over to her and laid a gentle hand on her sholder. She started at his touch and looked up at him, only yo burst into tears once more as she met his eyes. He sat for a few minutes, waiting for her to calm down, unsure what to do. Finaly her sobs seemed to be subsiding slightly and he reached out to her with a handkerchief. "Suzie? Are you alright?"
She peered up at him with red, wet eyes as she took the handkerchief, "I have to be." She murmered resolutely as she moped at her face.
"Suz...." He tried to continue, concerned. But she cut him off before he could
"Come, we're late for practice" she announced tensely and scurried out of the room in her rush to avoid his questioning.
"Something is definatly up with that girl." He muttered at the empty doorway.
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Evan had come to fetch his singer. The band was beginning to get verry annoyed with the new girl and her absenses from rehearsals, and so was he. He liked her well enough, they had interesting conversations, as long as he didn't ask her anything personal, and he generaly considered her a friend; but enough was enough.
He rapped on the door and waited for a response, hearing none, he lay his ear against the door and was suprised to hear crying. He knocked again as he slowly opened the door, to reveal the melancholy beauty with her head and arms in the vanity table, crying brokenheartedly. He walked cautiously over to her and laid a gentle hand on her sholder. She started at his touch and looked up at him, only yo burst into tears once more as she met his eyes. He sat for a few minutes, waiting for her to calm down, unsure what to do. Finaly her sobs seemed to be subsiding slightly and he reached out to her with a handkerchief. "Suzie? Are you alright?"
She peered up at him with red, wet eyes as she took the handkerchief, "I have to be." She murmered resolutely as she moped at her face.
"Suz...." He tried to continue, concerned. But she cut him off before he could
"Come, we're late for practice" she announced tensely and scurried out of the room in her rush to avoid his questioning.
"Something is definatly up with that girl." He muttered at the empty doorway.
