I am apologizing ahead of time for the short chapter, but I wanted to give you something to quench your curiousity over the next week. I will not be able to update again for at least 6 days because I will be on a mission trip. We will be building houses for those who need them. I promise, though, that the next chapter will be twice as long. Now please enjoy, and I hope you have a great week.
Chapter 4: Anger (James' POV)
I had seen Sarah do many strange things since we met, but I had never seen her fall to the floor sobbing before. After she fell to the floor, I stared at her for a moment waiting for her to get up and brush herself off, but that did not happen. Instead her sobbing just got louder and louder. I sighed and picked up Sarah in my arms and set her on her bed. I backed away after I set her down, and waited for her to calm down, but even after a few more minutes, she was still crying.
What had upset Sarah so much? Was she homesick? The print shop was her second home, so the answer would be no. Had I done something to upset her? No, or at least not yet.
I glanced over at Sarah, and saw she was curled up into a ball. Her dress was wrinkled. Pieces of her hair had come out of its neat ponytail and hung around her face. Tears streamed down her cheeks and dripped onto her bed. Her eyes were glazed over with tears.
Suddenly I saw a sheet of paper beside Sarah. I knew I should not pry into her private matters, but I could not help myself. I had to find out what was bothering her. I grabbed the letter off the bed. I could only read the first line before I threw it across the room.
Anger raged inside of me. I wanted to scream and tear Sarah's room apart. She was engaged! She belonged to another man! I could not be with her! But worst of all, she never told me!
I clenched my fists at my side and tried to calm myself down. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. I should at least let Sarah explain her engagement, and find out if it is arranged, or if she even loves him.
I looked over at Sarah and saw that she was sitting on the edge of her bed. She had stopped crying, though a few tears still lingered on her face. Her eyes met mine and I saw their pain, and I knew she saw the pain in my eyes as well. She patted the spot on her bed beside her and I sat down.
Sarah sighed and then began her story, "It was three years ago…"