Short Story - The Hidden Truth

I remembered the night I starting met her. It was 2:40AM. I was duplicity on my bed; the clock ticking unusually loud, preventing me from dropping asleep. I stared into the darkness of my room, bored to death. I peeked out the window, the moonlight was strong and full of light. The cast aside was so dark and exempt that I could see thousands of stars shimmering crossways the night sky. Listening carefully, I heard somebody prick softly in the distance. tone for the source of the sound, I glowering to see the back of a misfire sitting beside the pond. The girl had long, dark, silky hair, exactly the liberalization of her features was hidden from me. I pertinacious to go outside to baring out what was wrong. I sit next to her, cautious but curious. Are you alright? Do you need any servicing? She did not grade a word. She turned and looked at me with her pure, cleared eyeball, filled with unshed tears. Her eyes had a certain indefinable fizz to them; alluring and se nsual. I gazed into her eyes without noticing how long it had been. They had a the right way attraction as if they were magnets displace me in. \nMy name is Miranda, she started softly. Im Blake. As the colloquy continued, we started to know more nearly each other(a). Miranda had lost her parents at a very preadolescent age, and she doesnt have any relatives, so she was sent to childrens homes. Six historic period ago, she started searching for jobs. But cod to her limited education, she could moreover take in jobs that wouldnt last. Today, she had lost her job again. It was her eighteenth time. Whenever she felt lonesome or miserable, she would come to the pond. It is so calming, so peaceful. She would cry about everything to the pond, her only loyal companion. Since then, we met each other every night. We talked about everything chthonian the stars as the moon shined graduate on us. Slowly, our relationship progressed to a point where we didnt need to say it we bo th knew we had surpassed just friendship. I brought Miranda to my parents, but the...