Debate

After about an hour or two, I couldn't tell, but I heard the doors open and closed, and a car steaming downstairs. I rushed out of the bed, hurrying to stand by the window sill, hiding from whom I thought was there, and as I saw him, he ignited his BMW latest version, kicking it at full gear and driving away.

The scene was the best I've ever seen, and knowing that I lacked the courage to tell him that I am the girl from hears behind, I feared that he might have forgotten about me, I wondered if that was the case, and it seemed to be so.

My fear of rejection pushed me away from it.

The house was now calm and only the sound of the television could be heard. I was so damn hungry, and also thirsty. The latter was the most dominant, so I cleaned my tears hoping that no one wouldn't notice that I've been crying.

Slowly opening the door, I closed it behind me, walking gently downstairs. I stopped when I heard the noise coming from the people who were there.

"I am happy you allowed us to