Sixteen...

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She tucked herself in bed right after checking the time. He wasn't back yet and so she was restless. Putting on the light once again, she sat up and combed her hair in frustration. She had tried calling him only to find out he had left his phone on the night stand. She didn't know why she was expecting more after yesterday, maybe because she wanted more of those moments with him. She wanted much more. She pulled the covers over her body once again as she laid down to sleep.

She wondered where he had gone to and making her worried wasn't the best option. She didn't act too well when she was worried, she acted like a hormonal teenager, she wasn't one to control her emotions. He went moody when he came back for supper and asked for some time alone and then, this.

She jerked up when she heard the door click followed by shattering of -

It couldn't be one of her favorite Italian expensive vase, please it shouldn't be"she cried inwardly.

-then a groan.