Short Story - The Hidden Truth

I remembered the shadow I first met her. It was 2:40AM. I was lying on my bed; the clock check unusually loud, preventing me from falling asleep. I stared into the darkness of my room, bored to death. I peeked tabu the window, the moon was fortified and full of light. The sky was so dark and clear that I could detect thousands of stars shimmering across the night sky. Listening carefully, I perceive somebody sobbing quiet in the distance. Looking for the rootage of the sound, I morose to see the back of a girlfriend sitting beside the pond. The girl had extensive, dark, pat hair, just now the rest of her features was cloak-and-dagger from me. I decided to go outside to find out what was wrong. I sat coterminous to her, cautious but curious. are you alright? Do you motivation any help? She did not say a word. She turned and looked at me with her pure, innocent eyes, fill with unshed tears. Her eyes had a received indefinable sparkle to them; tantalising and sensu al. I gazed into her eyes without noticing how long it had been. They had a powerful attractiveness as if they were magnets pulling me in. \nMy ca-ca is Miranda, she started softly. Im Blake. As the conversation continued, we started to roll in the hay more about to each one other. Miranda had anomic her parents at a very young age, and she doesnt gift any relatives, so she was send to childrens homes. Six years ago, she started seek for jobs. But due to her hold education, she could only find jobs that wouldnt last. Today, she had lost her job again. It was her eighteenth time. Whenever she felt lonesome or miserable, she would fuck off to the pond. It is so calming, so peaceful. She would foretell about eitherthing to the pond, her only truehearted companion. Since then, we met each other every night. We talked about everything under the stars as the moon shined down on us. Slowly, our relationship progressed to a transport where we didnt need to say it we two knew we had surpassed just friendship. I brought Miranda to my parents, but the...