Short Story - The Hidden Truth

I remembered the night I first met her. It was 2:40AM. I was lying on my rear end; the clock ticking come forwardstandingly loud, preventing me from falling asleep. I stared into the shadower of my room, bored to death. I peeked out the window, the moon on was strong and plentiful of light. The sky was so puritanic and clear that I could experience thousands of stars shimmering across the night sky. auditory modality carefully, I heard somebody sobbing softly in the distance. Looking for the source of the sound, I turned to see the vertebral column of a girl seance beside the pond. The girl had long, dark, silky hair, entirely the rest of her features was hidden from me. I decided to go impertinent to find out what was wrong. I sat next to her, button-down but curious. Are you finely? Do you necessity whatever help? She did not arrange a word. She turned and looked at me with her pure, innocent eyeball, filled with unshed tears. Her eyes had a certain vague spar kle to them; alluring and sensual. I gazed into her eyes without noticing how long it had been. They had a powerful attraction as if they were magnets pulling me in. \nMy name is Miranda, she started softly. Im Blake. As the conversation continued, we started to know more(prenominal) close to each(prenominal) other. Miranda had deep in thought(p) her parents at a precise young age, and she doesnt have every relatives, so she was sent to childrens homes. sise years ago, she started searching for line of works. besides due to her limited education, she could save find jobs that wouldnt last. Today, she had lost her job again. It was her eighteenth time. Whenever she felt lone(a) or miserable, she would come to the pond. It is so calming, so peaceful. She would cry almost everything to the pond, her only loyal 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 human relationship pr ogressed to a point where we didnt need to say it we both knew we had surpassed merely friendship. I brought Miranda to my parents, but the...