On the outside she looked calm. Her face was still, expressionless. She checked the clock, although she already knew how late in the night it was. Go, go a voice tugged at her. She slowly opened her bedroom door so it wouldn’t creak. Silently she crept down the stairs & to the back door. It was pouring down rain, but it didn’t matter. She almost didn’t realize how fast she was really moving, and how effortlessly her tears had come. She was flying down her driveway & up the hill. Thoughts were no longer with her. She couldn’t think about anything. She rounded another corner, and another, moving so thoughtlessly through the roads. Though she lived there, every road seemed so unfamiliar, until she met a small street. Instinctively she turned down the street. She didn’t really know what brought her to the familiar small house. She banged on the door till he opened it. She stood there soaked, crying, but she looked so beautiful to him. Their past showed on their faces as they stared at one another.