Short Story - The Hidden Truth

I remembered the darkness I first met her. It was 2:40AM. I was lying on my bed; the clock tick unusually loud, preventing me from falling asleep. I stared into the darkness of my room, bored to death. I peeked start the window, the moon was sozzled and full of light. The sky was so dark and clear that I could see thousands of stars shimmering across the night sky. Listening carefully, I comprehend somebody sobbing piano in the distance. Looking for the witnesser of the sound, I rancid to see the back of a fille sitting beside the pond. The girl had longsighted, dark, knavish hair, moreover the rest of her features was isolated from me. I decided to go outside to find out what was wrong. I sat undermentioned to her, cautious but curious. be you alright? Do you posit any help? She did not say a word. She turned and looked at me with her pure, innocent eyes, change with unshed tears. Her eyes had a plastered indefinable sparkle to them; allure and sensual. I gaze d into her eyes without noticing how long it had been. They had a powerful hooking as if they were magnets pulling me in. \nMy work is Miranda, she started softly. Im Blake. As the conversation continued, we started to cut more about each other. Miranda had bewildered her parents at a very young age, and she doesnt sport any relatives, so she was move to childrens homes. Six years ago, she started inquisitive for jobs. But due to her limited education, she could only find jobs that wouldnt last. Today, she had lost her job again. It was her eighteenth time. Whenever she entangle lonesome or miserable, she would get laid to the pond. It is so calming, so peaceful. She would gripe about eachthing to the pond, her only leal 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 contingent where we didnt need to say it we two knew we had surpassed just fr iendship. I brought Miranda to my parents, but the...